|DIARY OF AN URBAN MILKMAID|
|I guess, if I stretched it a bit, I could say that I am a Novelist now. I got up this morning at 5:45, put on the coffee, fed the cats and fish - and sat at the computer. I began my novel today.
The most difficult part is stopping my head from saying "that stuff you just wrote there, sucks! - go back and fix it". Fixing it is not the idea here. The idea is to write.
My heroine is currently in jail, and I'm using my office mates as models for her cellmates. My office mates are thrilled!
My late, former mother-in-law wrote a novel once. It was the worst piece of crap I ever read. The title was "Look Back Again Tomorrow". Since I don't have a title yet, I'm borrowing hers...
SLAY ON BUFFY!!
|Buh Bye! |
October 05, 2008
Be Afraid, People.... Really Afraid
One Last Bitchfest for the Road
Get the Popcorn Ready
I'm a Rich Ho-Bag
|Marriage is love.|