"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
Oh. I thought that was the "why aren't we outside look."My mistake. Now..., back to reading!
I plan to sneak away from my family to go read in the bath. Any bets on how long it will take before someone knocks to request help finding boots / a sandwich / "Mom, someone's at the door" or similar?
That's kind of the expectant look Elka gives me when she feels she's expressed her needs and/or current Existential crisis quite clearly to me.....but she's a dog, and I have no idea what she means. The only word in English she says with any reliability is "Out", and clearly it doesn't quite bring across things like "That ball I lost under the couch three months ago that you forgot about is the only thing which will complete my life, and you need to get it out lest I expire from ennui."This is the double edged sword of having an intelligent dog. She's not a really smart dog sometimes, so much as she's a really dumb human. The line is blurred, truly.
This expression is priceless. I'm convinced the dog has indeed written a manuscript and is awaiting feedback.
I do believe there was a time when you didn't post an article every day, Janet. Have we become so spoiled? (Probably!) But it's okay. As much as we love your posts, we like that you do your job too. I'm sure those whose mss you're reading appreciate it. :)
I'm reminded of my late Sweet Siddy La, who gave me this face (I must apologize - not sure on hyperlinking) to express that "Mom, there was a storm outside today, and you were not here, and I died SIX TIMES, and you were not here. And I was alone. In a storm. Also, I need baloney."http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FhcSErA4Wss/TBkYK5W5GgI/AAAAAAAAA_o/ik6yrhJY9iY/s1600/JPEG_000229.jpgSweet Siddy La was made of awesome. And baloney.
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