Come and join me...

In the Word War Room. I know some of you are doing NaNo--time for that final push!

I just slid a jimhines Goblin reference into the novelthing. *buffs nails* And, after a productive session with my Writing Buddy, I think I've got a way that Ben doesn't end up actually crazy from all this. It smacks a little of deus ex machina to me, but we'll see if I can pull it off. And, of course, it's going to bite him on the ass at a critical moment, too. Because that's how I roll.

Come and join me...

In the Word War Room. I know some of you are doing NaNo--time for that final push!

I just slid a jimhines Goblin reference into the novelthing. *buffs nails* And, after a productive session with my Writing Buddy, I think I've got a way that Ben doesn't end up actually crazy from all this. It smacks a little of deus ex machina to me, but we'll see if I can pull it off. And, of course, it's going to bite him on the ass at a critical moment, too. Because that's how I roll.

Five things make a post.

(A) I love love love it when all Ben's sarcasm circuits are firing.

(B) Ben should not go to sleep with his Glock .40 in his hand. Ever. No matter how threatened he feels in the middle of nowhere. Because waking up with the thing under his chin and his finger on the trigger is bad.

(C) I came across a werewolf book called "Naked Brunch" by an author named "Sparkle Hayter" while on my agent hunt the other day. The fact that this person has been published since 1994 (and thus long before Twilight) does not make this any less funny.

(D) Have my favorite paragraph I've written today: He'd seen the petroglyphs around; you couldn't throw a rock anywhere in Moab without hitting one. He hadn't realized that the Anasazi people had been carving the pictures of horned creatures wearing their hearts on the outsides of their chests from life. The goblins of Goblin Valley were apparently real, only they weren't small, blue, or prone to nose-picking accidents. And holy shit, no wonder they were worshiped as fertility gods.

(E) We're taking the Cessna up to Odgen and the Auger Inn for a hundred-dollar hamburger tomorrow. Good times.

Five things make a post.

(A) I love love love it when all Ben's sarcasm circuits are firing.

(B) Ben should not go to sleep with his Glock .40 in his hand. Ever. No matter how threatened he feels in the middle of nowhere. Because waking up with the thing under his chin and his finger on the trigger is bad.

(C) I came across a werewolf book called "Naked Brunch" by an author named "Sparkle Hayter" while on my agent hunt the other day. The fact that this person has been published since 1994 (and thus long before Twilight) does not make this any less funny.

(D) Have my favorite paragraph I've written today: He'd seen the petroglyphs around; you couldn't throw a rock anywhere in Moab without hitting one. He hadn't realized that the Anasazi people had been carving the pictures of horned creatures wearing their hearts on the outsides of their chests from life. The goblins of Goblin Valley were apparently real, only they weren't small, blue, or prone to nose-picking accidents. And holy shit, no wonder they were worshiped as fertility gods.

(E) We're taking the Cessna up to Odgen and the Auger Inn for a hundred-dollar hamburger tomorrow. Good times.