I Believe in Death
The woman looked horrible. Her nose was bright red and her eyes were rimmed pink, she had tears on her cheeks and snot under her nose. She clutched a wad of tissues tightly in her right fist and sniffled to herself as she lugged the giant purse across the lobby. And when she reached the counter, she dropped the purse with a ( Read more... )

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Right. Finally broke down and sent in a query to the publisher and they were polite enough to send me back a nice little form letter saying that my book was still being reviewed ( Read more... )

Alright, back on Oct 18 2004 I sent in my 'manuscript' for review at the publishers and now 114 days later, I'm biting my fingernails trying *not* to send them an e-mail demanding what happened to my book. I waaaaaaant to knoooooow ( Read more... )

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Trying desperately trying to avoid the pregame show... (this is made difficult because the ESPN nonsense is on my TV so other folk can watch it.) I haven't been anxious or anything the whole week about the Super Bowl. I wasn't worried this morning ( Read more... )

*chews on fingernails* SuperBowl is tomorrow...

Oh, and I got in my first sports-related discussion with a stranger. *yay* They were rooting for the Eagles.

My angst tastes like...

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