It seems my 11yo son never just gets a cold - he gets horribly, horribly ill. But there's still always moments that make us laugh.
This afternoon, for example, he was in the bathroom coughing up a lung. When he staggered out, he announced that every time he spat up it, "hurts both my ribs and my crotch
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How ya doin', hon (other than having a sick kid on your hands)?
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It's winter - I pull my head in and wait for the snow to go away. I've racked up four rejection letters, but they're all very nice and I just sent my stories right back out again to different magazines. I still haven't heard back from Swank on the zombie fic - so maybe that's a good sign.
And I'm working on re-editing "Cars Need Love, Too" for the first of the month, so I can post it. (The deal with the zine was hold onto it for six months, not a year.)
Did I ever send that one to you, or was it too long? I can't remember. And how are you doing these days, anyway?
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Keeping my fingers crossed for the zombie fic. Also, checked my hard drive, and there's a few files called "car smut" but that was a year ago, so I doubt they're your "Cars Need Love, Too."
I've been delightfully lazy lately. Dashed off a quick fic pre-Xmas & posted (to fulfill a promise I'd made to myself), and since then have been trying to be more active on the boards, 'cause this past year I never seemed to have time for that; I'm betting the novelty will soon wear off!
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