Heh. I am familiar with that idiot smile. I have felt it before. Also, isn't it funny when characters take the reins and tell you what's what?
I take that as a hopeful sign: it means that there's some part of my brain that has a better grip on my story. And they say voices in the head are bad for you... pshaw!
[goes to break room. gets soda. comes back to computer. takes swig. spits soda on the screen.]Since my story is set in a German factory, I've been gearing myself up by listening to a lot of German industrial music. I am, at this very moment, listening to Einstürzende Neubauten's "Tabula Rasa" album. Oooooh! Spoooooky, kids!
Sorry for the soda-spew, Olivander. Just a little karmic heebie-jeebie payback for the same-day "patron saints" posts.By the way, I want to read your revised draft. Seriously. I won't be so crass as to insist on the first draft, but I will sign you up for keychopper mailing lists if I don't get to read the second. You've been warned.
I threw a plotting party lat night so I'm ready to go go GO!Word verification: redifyOur Arkansas WriMos are redified, y'all.
Aw! This makes me feel like somehow, I must try and nano.
Surely there's a convoluted plot about grad school students and a large-software-company-that-shall-not-be-named. C'mon, Cheryl. What's one more thing on top of the million you're already doing?
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