October 31, 2007
I’m about to start my second novel.
If last year is any indication, this blog will see more posts in the next month than it has most of the past year, my social life will suffer, and my room will be as clean as it has ever been.
I expect to have a slightly tougher time this year, both because I’m trying to write with a different (read “better”) structure, in a genre I’m not as familiar with, and because my current plan doesn’t quite as easily lend itself to the car chases and mysterious gunmen that helped my last attempt be so verbose.
But, if all else fails, come Nov. 28, I expect my Small-Town America™ characters to devolve into a 20K word maelstrom of secret plots and fisticuffs. Including the cat.
October 29, 2007
“Now, if I claimed it was theraputic, could I use my HSA* money on home repairs?”
“If you had a prescription.”
“That shouldn’t be too hard; you just need to find a crooked doctor.”
“Yes. You’ve hit upon a brilliant loophole in the tax structure: Fraud!”
*Health Savings Account
October 25, 2007
Because if it did, what would the TV people have to compare it to?
October 17, 2007
Man standing on sidewalk to Avis Rental Car Bus Driver, who had just pulled up to the terminal: “Excuse me, are you guys near National?”
Driver, through open door: unintelligible.
Man: “It’s just that you’ve been by two or three times, and I haven’t seen them at all….”
Driver: “Yep. Remember that next time.”
October 11, 2007
“I finally got my insurance moved over to the condo. So if there’s any board-game related injuries at the barbecue, I’m covered.”
“Sweet! I’m bringing lawn darts.”