Little blond girls with white dogs.
I must have been kissed by a grinch or something. I was looking at People’s Most Intriguing People of 2004 and I was… unintrigued. Bored. Indifferent. And I’m not even in a bad mood.
Who goes there? Please leave comments so (An Aries Knows)!
Little blond girls with white dogs.
I must have been kissed by a grinch or something. I was looking at People’s Most Intriguing People of 2004 and I was… unintrigued. Bored. Indifferent. And I’m not even in a bad mood.
I hate it when I have to delete several pages I’ve written because they just didn’t go where I hoped they would.
Time and page constraints… two evil phantoms when I’m trying to let the characters take the story. But I don’t have months to go on journeys with them or the freedom to submit a manuscript of endless pages…
….I may eventually even get the hang of this.
If anyone reading this ever goes to bookstores, and you see an author sitting all alone at a table waiting to sign books, just buy one. So what if it’s “Favorite Midwestern Recipes Using Jello?” An autographed book always makes a nice gift for your Aunt Hazel or someone.
It’s very hard to be an author sitting all alone at a table. That’s why I have writing partners.
What’s THE DEAL? It’s a novel. By Timothy J. Lambert and Becky Cochrane. But that’s not what I meant.
What’s the deal? Why am I writing a live journal? Simple. Just one more way I want to be like that writing partner of mine.
Except that I’m supposed to be w-r-i-t-i-n-g. And not an online journal.