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EE has to repopulate the earth 'single-handedly.' No humans are left. Which does he choose?
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So I get back home after work and a meeting and no one's left?
I'll lurk for a bit longer (between reading the rounds I missed)...
9th round? I'm just making the party. And it looks like I might be all alone.
That's okay. Or as I wrote first-thas 'kay. I often talk to myself. Especially over a drink.
My usual brew is coffee, but I'll have a shot of whisky, please.
I've been working on my Script Frenzy stage play. I love my characters. But they keep pulling stunts on me that I'm not expecting, going in different directions than I thought we were headed.
Anyway,EE will get this, being as he's clued in to 60's and 70's references. Dave, too.
They're named Wish Ann, Hope, and Dink, and Pray-N. :-)
What is everyone else working on now?
Just wanted to tell Evil Editor how much I've enjoyed his blue comments and I pray he NEVER stops making them! (Because some day I'll be sending my query in for his amusement.)
Congrats on your two years, EE.
I like Ee's comments, but to be truthful, I'm a bit scared of the minions. :-) That's why this party is such a good idea. Mix and mingle. No one seems too evil here. Well, appropriately evil, but you know, I haven't found any SASE's with their stamps steamed off, no red pens filled with blood.
whew!
"I like Ee's comments, but to be truthful, I'm a bit scared of the minions."
Phffft. EE is the one who scares the pants off me. Robin is a little scarey, though.
Jill, what kind of horse is he?
Hi Julie, That's Bugsy, he's a Thoroughbred.
Thought he might be from the front end. He has a decidedly masculine and pretty face.
Do you ride?
What is everyone else working on now?
Right now? An explicit scene between two women and a man. Being spied on by two other men... God, I am a bad bad person. My mother in law would have a fit.
Never was too scared of EE. Mostly I was terrified of the minions. But hey, if Hawkowl isn't around, it's probably safe enough.
What is everyone else working on now?
Editing mostly. I took apart my first fantasy novel, put it back together, took it apart again, put it back in the original order and now am hacking bits out to speed it up and shorten it. (started at 180K, I think it's under 150k now).
When I finish that, I've got a SF novel to edit and two fantasies to finish and a paranormal (maybe) to think about.
Jill, my folks were ranchers and my husband and I raised Quarter Horses for years. I also worked for http://www.speedhorsemagazine.com/
for seventeen years.
Trained babies on one of the largest QH racing stud farms for a while.
Looks like I'm the first up.
6.47am and WO wanders into the bar to check for the slumbering and wasted.
Place smells kind of funny, as if bears have been wrestling.
Sweeps up empties with peg over nose and disappears to eat toast.
Catch you all later, hopefully...
Saipan,
Trying to get a fantasy ready for the Surrey conference.
Ah — I see.
It's 12.49 your time isn't it?
As I sweep, bodies emerge from behind the bar clutching glasses.
What fun.
I'll be here for about half an hour...
Julie, I think I remember you saying you wrote for a racing magazine. What a great way to combine horses and writing! I just sneak horses and ponies into the stories when it makes sense.
Kirsten, it is hard to keep quiet about being published when you have family members who'd be embarassed about what you write? So far, I've kept my sex scenes tame enough that my mom and teenager daughters can read them, but it's something I wonder about.
Hmph, we do not smell like bears.
Hmmm. It's wrong to ask a girl her age. Insinuating that she smells like a bear is just plain stupid.
I thought the bar was empty but forgot the world was round.
Time for bed. My day off tomorrow, and I'm going to a 6am meeting. Grump. I'll check in here between meetings and appointments.
Jill,
Yep. Loves me horses.
I had someone ask me to write a college screenplay for him, but it was going to be decidedly pornographic so I passed. He had read some of my snippets from Dragon Valley and thought I would be perfect.
I declined. My three grown sons would have passed out.
Dragon Valley isn't even that evocative.
Aussies, what you gonna do with them?
What time is it in Oz?
My mom is very proud. She has shared my success with several of my aunts and uncles, some of whom would probably have to look up the word "fellatio" in the dictionary. I would probably be okay if my B and SIL knew, but my parents-in-law, no way. They are elderly and very proper British folk, and I don't want to give them a stroke.
My Gandma, who turns 99 this August, would likely be my biggest fan. She used to write "reviews" on the inside covers of all the romances she read. "Good", "V. good", "not so hot", "Excellent", etc. The kinkier the sex, the higher the rating. I write under a pen name, and probably will just tell people to stay away from my work if it will offend them. Samhain puts a big content warning on all their steamy stuff, so I tell people, "Read the warning. Heed the warning."
WO, in BC, Canada, it is 11:02 p.m.
Some 'very proper British folk' are actually quite kinky.
But I agree — relatives can be a problem. I suppose that's why there are so many aliases, pseudonyms and prosthetics.
Nice time to be up, Kirsten.
I was here till midnight UK time last night but missed most of the fun by having to go to sleep.
You know, WO, those pink socks led me to believe you might be female. Now that I know better, I just have to tell you, those are some very big...feet.
They're very thick socks and the camera angle accentuates the length of my feet.
I tried a Whole Leg shot — but ended up looking like a lewd pole dancer covered in cat hair.
I honestly don't know how I'm going to explain to my mom that my fourth book is going to feature a gay couple. She's been very supportive to this point, even knowing some of the less vanilla subject matter. The whole "death by fellatio" thing didn't even faze her. But teh gay, it ain't gonna go over...
sigh
Pole dancers are cool. Cat hair, not so much. Have you thought about shaving? You could send me some pics...
You know, just sayin'...
not that I'm trying to put the moves on anyone. EE is the only dude for me...
I can't think that gay couples are the noxious stimulus they used to be, so you might be OK.
Not sure how the fellatio will go down, though.
Hey, I'm up with the Brits!
Hey Jill, very nice horse. I just learned how to ride last year.
Kirsten, why don't you go ahead and post a scene, since everyone else is asleep? heh heh
;-)
Hey! It's 7am here.
I'm not shaving for another hour.
If truth be told, I did once shave my legs. Oh so silky smooth at first, but after a few days, I rustled like a plastic carrier bag whenever I walked anywhere — irrespective of trousers.
Hi Christine.
Your rhino continues to amuse me. It's like it's posing to show off its best side.
Problem is, it's gay erotic romance. I've been waiting for the frantic phone call--you know the one--where she's read my first book and calls in a tizzy to ask, "Kirsten!?? Are you a lesbian!!???"
Now, she'll be forced to ask, "Kirsten??!!! Are you a gay man trapped in a woman's body?!11!"
Ugh. The death by fellatio should go over okay--I think all women hate men just a little bit, deep down. Ironically, my dad says he won't bother reading any dirty book that doesn't contain...oh, never mind, he's a filthy old dude.
Christine, you don't want that--trust me. Once you have been exposed to the hot nekkid manlove, there is no turning back.
And christine, that avatar is seriously disturbing. and oddly compelling...
Talking of hot nekkid manlove — I need to pour myself a bowl of cereal.
WO, maybe you should try waxing. It doesn't actually hurt unless you're a sissy.
Talking of hot nekkid manlove — I need to pour myself a bowl of cereal.
Ummm...okay?
Are you still here, Christine?
We're on the cusp of a rhino fellatio discussion.
No - waxing looks like the sort of thing that would have spared medieval carpenters the tedium of constructing racks and thumbscrews.
It's the sound more than anything — like the scream of your own sanity as it's ripped from reality and cast into vanity limbo.
Um, just to let you know, no publisher will touch it. Unless it was a were-rhino, that is. In that case, it's cool.
Wait--I just got an idea...
Hah! Just what I thought. Pink socks=sissy.
Are werebeasts in vogue?
Not in waxing terms — I mean, in demand?
Honestly, waxing doesn't even hurt. You just have to take a lot of codeine and red wine first...
Hey rhinothongbutt! Pinksockdude! Deathbyfellatio! And any horsielovin'girls that are still up! The koala is in the house. Where's the party?
So — a bit like pregnancy then? Only without the subsequent 18 years of responsibility and strife?
Hurrah!
I spy a McKoala.
OMG, the weres. They are the new black. But I hate them. I read a mainstream romance --hardly explicit at all-- where the h had to have sex with the H while he was in werewolf form. All I could think was, "My dog drinks out of the toilet, and that dude's tongue is in her mouth." Blech.
Just read an erotic where there are copious matings, some while in animal form. Not really my bag, thanks.
McK! Howdy, pardner!
Waxing is the way to go. No prickles.
I was here for a while earlier WO, but had to pay some attention to real life for a few hours. Kis, have you been here the WHOLE time?!
I think I might change my moniker to that now. Deathbyfellatio has a certain poetic ring to it, am I right?
I love my dog, but...no way...
I love the way you've raised the tone, since I've been gone, deathbyfellatio.
K — it's distinctive, and your blog hits will go through the roof.
I was on for an hour or two this after, then back on after dinner. It's 11:30 now.
Not that it's huge fun, which it is, but I'm avoiding work. I told my editor I'd try to have my latest in her hand by Saturday morning so she could read it on the plane. Pretty sure I either won't have it done, or will just send the first 3/4 of it. I have a bunch of sex and heated dialog to write, a black moment and then the end. Ugh.
I double dare you...
Heh, too bad I don;t have a blog, WO.
You have a website...
Jeez, it's a different world from YA!
K — they'll find you.
Not gonna. At least, not til I've had a bunch more beer. 7 beers in 7hours is not enough to make me do something that...cool.
Tell me you didn't read any of it, McK!
I should have an avatar. I looked for photos of cross koalas a while ago, but couldn't find one that looked evil enough. It's the drugs in the eucalypt. Mostly they sleep. That's no fun.
Not yet. We innocent YA writers are supposed to stay away from you naughty erotic types.
Koalas are pretty laid back. Maybe you could just photoshop one...
Well, when you do read it, think of me. Oh, you should read the review Madame Butterfly gave me. The link's on the books page. My boss has started calling me "hot, juicy, plausible Kirsten".
Into a zombie koala! We've had zombie cows, zombie meerkats...maybe it's time for a zombie koala!
Some mobile phones have simple photo doctoring features, too.
I'm sure they could work wonders with a koala.
Don't they ever get nasty? I'm guessing they have a nasty bite and great potential for suffocation if encountered as a pack.
Perhaps a werekoala?
You told your boss you write erotica! *furry jaw drops as thinks over her own past bosses and their reaction to this news*
"What does it do, nibble your bum?"
Some koalas are known as deadly drop bears, because they drop from the branches and go for the jugular.
My boss wants an autographed copy. He says once he reads it, he'll give it to his youngest daughter (she's 20). How's that?
Sounds like rats in reverse.
Rats are actually very personable and affectionate...
I'm not sure if your boss is cool or weird.
WO, did you really fall for that one? It's an ancient Aussie tall tale.
I concur.
They're like waxed squirrels.
I have squirrels roosting outside my window and I would like nothing more than for one of them to hop on my shoulder and Be My Friend. Not so, rats.
Someone like Daniel Dennett would know why this was.
McKoala — it fell for me, I think.
Is there some reason he can't be both?
He's Chinese Canadian and a bit odd. But very nice and easy to get along with. He probably won't even read it--his English isn't that great--but he knows it's dirty and he's cool with that. My boss is mostly concerned that I might be able to quit my job someday--everyone have a good laugh!
Burning questions for WO: red or grey, who is Daniel Dennett and why the pink socks? I'm not sure if they are more or less disturbing than the eyeball.
Squirrels give me the heebs. Speaking of which--Buffysquirrel?
Kis, both is very cool. LOL, he won't understand it, but he knows he likes it because it's dirty!!!
Chinese-Canadian sounds interesting.
I'm guessing many hours spent chatting noodles and moose.
Have not seen the sqrl at all. Maybe working?
Grey. The red ones have been obliterated apart from in Scotland. Currently we're being invaded by asian ladybirds and the trad 7-spot native may be wiped out. And honey bees have 10 years. This is not all the fault of the grey squirrels, of course. I'm just saying.
Dan Dennett writes about consciousness and evolution.
The socks are my attempt to conjure up a party atmosphere without having to dress up as a duck.
Yeah, noodles is right. Not so much with the moose. They keep trying to feed me tofu. I tell them my boobs are big enough without all the extra estrogen.
WO, just checked out your tribute - now you're going to have to keep blogging and keep it up to that standard, I'm afraid. Love the photos! Maybe you should photoshop a deadly drop bear for me...
We've had no Squoil, Fairy Hedgehog, Moth or Iago so far as I can tell.
My tribute will come down on Friday but my other blog remains open.
Tofu=mushy Pill.
We had red squirrels in the trees outside our bedrooms when I was a kid. I was always disappointed, because most of them were brownish. Same with red deer. And I never saw a fallow deer lying fallow. I could be a literal child.
The literal minded dude in stripey pink socks...
I was the same with unicorns, satyrs and Godzilla-like reptiles.
Fairy hedgehog left a tribute, I have feeling she's working/away. No Iago. No Rei. No Moth that I've seen. And 'true's not up yet. Should be soon, though.
Tofu has been known to cause enlargement of breasts in men.
What, unicorns aren't real?
I meant Ril, but there has been no Rei or Ril, so I'm still kind of accurate.
Sadly, I will have to abandon you again shortly. Yanno. Life.
It also tastes dreadful.
Anyone tried tempeh? It's a middle eastern thing — essentially compressed soya beans that have been left to go partially mouldy.
Sounds horrid, but it works.
My objection to tofu is that it goes all wibbly if you try to stir fry it. Or maybe I'm stirring with too big a hammer.
tribute?
link?
Soya is full of estrogen. A woman with G bosoms has no need of additional estrogen.
Plus, cardboard would taste good deepfried, but not tofu. that's gotta tell you something right there.
Plus, hammers are for discipline, not stirfrying...
She's on the link menu on the start page.
Great discussing death by fellatio with you at 8 in the morning in my dressing gown, K, but I have to go too.
A day of fun and frolics lies ahead and I must prepare to gambol.
I will think of waxing as I shave...
No!
You're not luring me back with talk of estrogen and bosoms!
I'm to bed anyway. Cheers.
G bosoms. Think of that for the next nine hours, hah!
Morning phoenix... Sorry, we left the place in a bit of a mess. A couple of horses pooped behind the bar, I think. And don't mention the mess in the corner, I'm afraid Rhinothongbutt didn't quite make it to the ladies. Kis has been enlightening us about erotica, so that explains the dancing girls. We've had rats, squirrels and other wildlife in the house. We've all got new names and I think that WO is about to change sex after an excess of tofu and tempeh.
I was good, though.
Very good.
G'night.
'oala, you mean I'm not in bed yet. 9:07 PM on Wednesday still here. Just a couple hours west of me is tomorrow... evening.
I'm off to butcher an academic's paper by adding little notes that say, "incomprehensible", "gibberish", "stupid logic", and "it's ready to publish!" I will likely stop by periodically because I have zero self control.
All this cereal and good night stuff. I'm just finishing up a day at work and wondering about happy hour!
death by fellatio--my mom's over 90now and her taste in reading has definitely gone in this direction. It's quite bizarre really because she always seemed so prim and proper as I was growing up.
Me. I write YA mostly. But then again, I had a school librarian friend tell me that I should take the word "cunt" out of one of my YA novels. So for some, I can be "edgy" hahaha!
Alas, 'true, I'm a touch temporally challenged. At least it's only temporarily.
Checkin' in, but I think you've all checked out. It must be quiz time then...
I'm on holiday and internet access is scarce so this may be my only chance to say:
Happy Anniversary EE!
You are the bees knees, the dog's breakfast, the [insert cliche of choice here].
And I am in love with your denim clad knee.
(EE and denim? I'd never have guessed.)
Ouch. Where's the aspirin?
*gets the mop out and starts clearing up*
I guess I'll help with the clean-up. It's the least I can do for EE.
Careful, with that mop, dang it!
Careful, with that mop, dang it!
Humph, then keep out of the way!
Is there any coffee? I'm feeling decidedly fragile :(
Geez, the other bar comments are missing and I cannot now catch up. Boo hoo. Well, I'll be checking in periodically now that I'm at work again. this is fun and I hope we can do this again some time!
Under the circumstances I think I'm glad they are gone. :D
Did you guys see that Miss Snark popped by?
Ack! I missed Miss Snark?
Look in the basement (LOL that sounds just FULL of intrigue, now doesn't it)
Coffee is brewing as we speak. Hot and black or otherwise?
I'm in for a while, if JW trusts me to make no more remarks about bears.
Lunch beckons, so I may to and fro, but for the moment I'm happy to polish the tables in readiness for tonight's inevitable deluge of EE-crazed minions.
Just a touch of milk, if there is any. Thanks.
Yes, we have lots of milk, me being a wholesome sort of girl.
WO, you must admit saying we ladies smell like bears was not a good thing.
Sylvia — you add a touch of civilised bonhomie to what might otherwise be a scenariop for the quaffing of lunchtime tequila.
Sun's shining where I am, btw.
It's been pissing it down all morning but now the birds have emerged to chirp.
Hello all! Please move on to the 1st Round Thursday thread while the blog admin cleans up here and opens up the NEW CONTESTS! Give me two minutes and we'll be underway.
Crazed 12' Kodiak monsters stalking the flesh of heroic wilderness explorers — yes, this is neither apt not conducive to continued e-minion chumminess.
If it helps, most birthday cards I see in the shops these days have images of impossibly twee cuddliness bursting from their faces.
But hey - that was earlier.
Where are we at now?
coffe's brewing here, too, and it's also pissing down in what a Brit friend told me is a 'mizzle' (misty drizzle). I'm reminded of a san francisco summer morning or of my long ago visit to London in June.
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