I read a book by Terry Pratchet yesterday (unfortunately the only one the hartselle library has) and I have to say that he's totally amazing. He's going on my list of favorite all-time authors. Monstrous Regiment is the one that I read, and it's hysterical. He's so good that I didn't have to think about craft at all, the whole time I was reading it (and lately, my inner critic just won't shut up). So. Everyone, go read Terry Pratchett! Now! = D
Also, it's fathers day! Woot!
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I was going to post about Pratchett! And then I didn't...and you did...which is good, because who knows when I'll get around to posting again. Woohoo Pratchett! If books were concerts, I'd scream and throw spare clothes. In my incredibly uninformed opinion, his kids' stuff is better than the adult stuff. Which is kind of convenient, since my library has more of his kids' stuff...
Hey, love, we need to write letters sometime. And P.S. can I send you something for a bit of a crit and
P.P.S. I kissed someone (can't remember who--possibly erik-from-here?) in my dream last night, and it was neither romantic nor creepy, it just kind of was, is that weird? and
P.P.P.S. I got rejected by Tales of the Talisman. Good, said it, don't have to blog about it now. You hear that, everybody?
I Got Rejected Again.
Official announcement made. Are you happy now? (And all I can think of is that song) It was last Sunday when I got the e-mail, so I no longer care that much.
And I'm hijacking your blog (and sounding manic). Going now. Love.
I know. I'm a total, gushing fan of Terry Pratchetts, and I think we should scream and throw spare clothes anyway if we ever see him. Of course, about the only clothes I wear that are really spare are my shoes, and I have a feeling no one would be very pleased to receive a shoe in the head.
You can absolutely send me something for a crit. And I thought of a character, something about a prince robbing banks, but then I forgot it, which is sad, but it'll come back to me. I think it's about time I dove (dived?) into the wild and wacky world of Writing a Main Character of a Different Sex and Age Group Than I Am. Crazy, I know.
You know what I miss about school? Sarcasm. I tried to joke around with some of the customers the other day... didn't work too well. They took me seriously. Apparently I radiate either stupidity or absolute believability.
I'm not sure what to say about your dream. I had one last night about a receptionist who was asking me for shaving cream, and I was surprised when she put it on her face, but apparently she had a mustache. And something about shaving cream on glasses, and horses stomping on people and claiming it was an accident, but we all knew it really wasn't (we being me, the judge, and some lawyer-type people, but we couldn't prove anything). On the whole, I'd say a just-was dream kiss isn't all THAT strange. I mean, on a scale of drugs to fairy tales, I'd say the sounds my computer are making right now are weirder (It's kind of a thumping noise. I'm a technophobe, but even I know that's not a good sign).
You're all welcome to hijack my blog anytime it pleases you. Love. Kenzie.
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