Echoes in a Hollow Space

Apparently. If you get any email from pjthompson@livejournal.com it's probably not from me. I never use that account.

Quote of the day:

"Miss Manners refuses to allow society to seek its own level. Having peered through her lorgnette into the abyss, she can guess how low that level will be."

—Judith Martin

LJ quirk of the day: All the old comments I've been missing for weeks because of LJ's server move have started showing up in my mailbox. But not altogether. One or two at a time, a trickle, then a big trickle this morning—and scattered randomly throughout the time scale. Who says computers don't have senses of humor?

Writing blah-blah of the day: Here's something I don't understand. The ending outline I did a week or so ago was very clear: "X does Y to Z. The End." So where did this whole extra chapter come from? Where has this unexpected but appropriate twist been hiding? And sex??? Where did that come from? From the infected part of my brain, clearly. jsgbits was speaking of the same thing yesterday, so clearly this infection is going around.

And considering I just wrote a savagely tender sex scene, I found this post by the Smart Bitches HEEEEElarious:

http://www.smartbitchestrashybooks.com/index.php/weblog/lexicon_of_eeeeeeevil/

And I've just thought of a new name for my novel: The Salmon of Desire (Taliesin and Douglas Adams in the same reference!). Or maybe Savage Fangs of Tenderness. Oh yeah, like that one. Manroot of Doom? Anybody?

Subtitle: Adventures of a Con Virgin

Yeah, I'd never been to a convention before, but I really had no excuse not to go to this one, since it was only about five miles from where I live. I'm good at making excuses not to do things if my native bashfulness gets the better of me. But my local friends threatened me with dire consequences if I didn't go this time, so I will be proudly waving my ID badge in their faces and chanting "neener, neener" when I see them next.

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