"Fiction is the purest art. Commercial fiction is the butter, the darkest chocolate, and the finest malt. That's why we are so addicted to it."--Angie Brooksby-Arcangioli
This could explain a few things: my jumpsuit was blue.
I tried but the post office was all out of Barbie doll look-alikes. All they had was Alice from the Brady Bunch look-alikes.
Skin-tight red pleather is prettymuch all I wear; which is how I got my agent. I hear editors, on the other hand, prefer the blue pleather. Good news for corine@HiddenInFrance, notsogood for me.
Are you kidding? I wouldn't dream of sending my manuscript with an honour guard of only four. I don't want you thinking I'm some wannabe.More strapping lads in berets, I say. Can't have enough of 'em.
I don't think they make that jumpsuit in my plus size. I would only scare you. ;P
Big breasts, saggy booty, definitely not me. The guns are a great idea, though. When I deliver my manuscript I'll be sure to bring them.Thanks for the tip, Janet.*snickering*
Darn! There's no hope for me! My hair isn't that blonde, those sunglasses don't match my chubby face, and, well, let's just say I'd be busting out of that red pleather. But love my henchmen, I don't leave my inflatable boat without them :)
OMG! There really is an alternate universe.That's my antagonist, Dr. Deirdre Meyerhoff.I can't believe she really exists.Maybe I should think about adjusting my meds or laying off the wine.
I'm so there.
Guess I hafta go shopping for a wonder bra.
...only if you accept submission of the 007 variety
I really didn't want to bleach my hair, but if it'll get me published...
Oh, so you've received it.Excellent!
I think I'd probably look at little too much like Daffyd
I give up.First I had to write a book. Then I had to write a synopsis. After they released me from the mental ward I continued on my quest.Then I had to write a query. I got a discount on my second visit to the hospital, since I am now on repeat visitor basis.Then I had to find the right group of agents, who would be interested in my work. That was sort of like, well, herding cats.http://tinyurl.com/28jny7Then I hired a bunch of cowboys to escort my manuscript. That wasn't terribly hard since they respond well to things like, "It'll be fun." That's about all it takes to start a cowboy adventure. Promises of free beer and a come hither look cinched the deal.Well, the come hither look took a while. I'm more accustomed to the go yonder look.Now I find out I need to get into red pleather, get on a raft and learn to swim? Not to mention find some special forces dudes?What am I going to do with all these cowboys?Just a minute, they're helping Mrs. Mafferty park her car and she wants them to put it down now.
AHAHAHAHAHAHA!Thanks for the laugh!!
I actually prefer my contingent of male guards to be wearing slightly less clothing. Remember Russell Crowe in the Gladiator movie? I travel with four of those. Makes panels a bit crowded, but so far only Jim Born has complained...
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