Not blogging much lately, since I’m in the throes of editing the charity anTROLLogy. But here’s one other thing that’s been going on…
Among other things, he has some mysteries out. I liked them. A lot. I mean, what’s not to love about Richard Nixon as a private detective? That’s one Tricky private Dick! So I asked Casper to beta for me, saying I’d be happy to return the favor. After all, my alter-ego editor, Miss Prissy, is feared throughout the land — or at least throughout the Internet.
Throughout one small corner of the Internet.
OK, so she has ME hiding under the bed! (But who cares? I’m reading by Kindle-light down here.)
Casper the friendly author enjoyed my story, suggested a few tiny changes — but said they really were little things. He was happy that I’d loved his short mystery, The Case of the Pink Lady, and was gracious when Miss Prissy sent him her list of Pink Lady typos.
When Casper wrote to me, he mentioned that he was accustomed to writing for TV. So, since I now had his real name (no, I’m not tellin’), I looked him up. Turns out he wrote for several sitcoms that I’d loved. He also was an actor in a series (the name of which I won’t mention). He gave up series writing after 9/11. Now, among other things, he teaches scriptwriting.
Anyway — how cool is that? A Hollywood scriptwriter liked my story!
I got up the nerve to confess that I’d looked him up, and thanked him for years of enjoyment — and, by the way, would he like a paperback copy of my book, since it’s chock-full of TV references? (He’d already mentioned that he loved the cover. He brought it up, not me.)
He asked for a copy. I sent it. Sure hope he likes it.
At one point (in the shower, of all places), I realized that I’d offered to beta-read… for a Hollywood script-writer! And sent him a list of his typos! So embarrassing, right?
I was a pink naked lady.
My husband, hearing running water accompanied by hysterical laughter, might have thought I’d gone nuts….
But that ship sailed long ago.
I am so gonna do this!
Originally posted on Tipsy Lit:
The title may be a misnomer, but it got your attention which was the whole point. Hangovers are all bad news. They’re nature’s way of reminding you that you’re not as immortal as you were convinced you were in your teens and twenties. Sooner or later, somebody will say, ‘Nurse! The screens. Quickly now.’
But the Tipsy Lit Hangover is a whole different kettle of poisons. It’s invigorating, refreshing, exhilarating, I might even say life affirming. Unlike tequila, Tipsy Lit does not make you wish for an early, rapid, merciful death. No, with a Tipsy Lit hangover you leap like Lazarus from bed with a joyous cry to greet the day.
Now you may be wondering where this babble is going, so I’ll put you out of your misery. Ericka and I have been nattering, and I offered to do a post about the…
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Read the whole story? No? Do it!
Originally posted on John L. Monk:
Years ago, while single, I dined on Valentine’s Day, alone. I hadn’t thought anything of it until the hostess came into the crowded waiting area and shouted, “Monk, table for one!” It inspired the following story. Lindy Moone read an early draft and offered suggestions, so we have her to thank for any good parts you happen to read. Enjoy.
Frank arrived by cab at the most expensive steakhouse in town, where he’d reserved a table for two. He was impeccably dressed in a somewhat out-of-fashion blue suit, and he’d chosen a funny tie for the night, with pictures of baseballs and screws sewn into it.
Lifting the tie and letting it drop, he winked at his bemused hostess.
“I’ve worn this tie every Valentine’s Day for the last thirty-five years,” he told her. “A reminder to my wife that I’ll always be crazy…
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Greetings, troll watchers!
Please scroll down to watch Joss Whedon’s speech about why he supports this worthy cause — and if you watch from the beginning, you’ll get to see Meryl Streep introduce him! (It’s worth it.)
Thank you in advance to all the wonderful writers who are contributing troll stories for the anthology. And troll poems. And — who knew? — even troll haiku!
Our publisher, The Etling Press, is the brand new publishing division of the award-winning San Francisco design firm, Reflectur. They will handle all the nitpicky financial details, and at materials cost! The Etling Press is so new that they don’t even have a separate website or a logo yet. But Reflectur has many, many years of experience with pro-bono work for charity — and they have their own on-site events venue, The Box SF, in downtown San Francisco.
And she’s got a story in my troll book. Just sayin’.
Originally posted on Logan Keys Fiction:
“It is our wits that make us men.” Braveheart
I was supposed to get on here and rant about characterizations, or even tell one of my stories since I have a good one.. but.
I’m in one of those moods again.
When I started this whole gig I didn’t call myself a writer. Even after being published the few times, I only dabbled. The label “Author” brings to mind the likes of Stephen King and not yours truly so I stuck with mumbling, “I write sometimes, yeah, sorta, no big deal.” And I still do.
Often times, I look in the mirror and ask myself questions. What? I get the best advice from that chatterbox on the other side. She is smarmy but talks long enough that eventually she says something of value.
My question: Why do I do this?
If I am a barely there writerish person who…
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