This mornining in my inbox was a typed note that simply said, "Only you," with a Dove heart set below the text. Dove is the only American chocolate that I can stand; all of the "super market" candies taste too chalky--like they were once powder and someone added a little bit of water to mold them into bar-shapes ( Read more... )

It's Saturday--it's 2:00 pm--and I am at home with a manuscript in my lap. Everyone else I work with (okay, "everyone" is probably a slight exaggeration) is out with some significant other, and I am reading some terrible (novel? novella? insanely long short story?) by a man who only wants to see his name in publication lights. He has nothing ( Read more... )

A small PS: I just noticed that today was Friday the 13th. I've been writing 2/13 on all of the reviews and manuscripts in my inbox, and I've been in and out of my datebook.

Maybe I'll get some peanuts still in their shells and sneak them into a movie theater tonight.

I hate watching movies with people who have my career; like Never Been Kissed ( Read more... )

What do people put in their first livejournal entry? No one is going to read this ( Read more... )