I finally started my novel. This is number six. It is fucking brilliant! Well, as brilliant as 80 words can be, which in my case is pretty fucking brilliant.
I like this character already. I want to get him laid, and killed. Not necessarily in that order.
I love it when a thing comes together. Or unravels, as the case may be. I'm missing some synapses, by the way. Will pay handsomely upon their return.
I want to get him laid, and killed. Not necessarily in that order.
Damn. That's precisely what I say about my husband.
You. Go. Girl.
Posted by: Venomous Kate at June 7, 2005 03:22 AMYou see? You start writing weird shit like that and people start thinking you're a girl.
Please finish the novel... once your synapses return to their prior ravelness, as it were.
Posted by: Dash at June 7, 2005 12:00 PMdoes this novel have anything to do with Mark Shapiro?
Posted by: Craig at June 8, 2005 12:59 PM