Royalty Check. Because that’s the only reason he’s alive.
Yup, poor old Dennis Quaid– there he was, under the surgeon’s knife to have one little bittie tooth removed. Five hours later, he’s eight teeth down, and EXTREMELY confused. And my first major royalty check for DSP is toast. And we still have a kid to send to prom. Oi! Man–all I can tell you is that this cat had better live for FRICKEN EVER. That’s all I’m sayin’.
That, and I was thinking about having a T-shirt made for big T that said ‘Gay Sex Funded My Senior Year’. Only two things stopped me.
A. The boy is straight, and that would do uncomfortable things for his social life.
B. We couldn’t afford the T-shirt, we were too busy renting his tux and saving the goddamned cat.
But that doesn’t mean that T-shirts were not made! It seems that Chris liked the idea of the T-shirt as we were chatting, but she liked a slogan about plot bunnies better… something like, say, “The plot bunnies in my head are all gay–but they’re breeding anyway!” (Made me snort soda out my nose!) And, well, I suggested to Lynn and Elizabeth that if we could put a stock photo on that puppy (Lynn was the one who suggested a hottie in bunny ears) it would make an AWESOME T-shirt to wear to writing conventions and such. And Elizabeth got to work tooling through stock photos and… well…
I want one… unfortunately I have to wait until the next royalty check!
And this happened and that was pretty cool too. Kassa seems to like the anthology–I’m glad! ESPECIALLY since I have sequels to two of the short stories in it coming out this summer.
And other than that? I stayed home today. Zoomboy was sick, and I just didn’t feel capable of facing the world without another day off. Well, yeah, I spent all day on the computer, why do you ask?
But I AM working on something–I’ve got this scarf going for my TA– I LIKE it! It’s a basic Roman Road pattern in this lovely Mountain Color twist-spun yarn… mmmmmm…. total fibergasm… and the colors are hhhhhaaaawwwwttttt… (I like my yarn colors like I like my men… hhhhhaaaaawwwtttt… mmmmm….)
And, well, I blew off two hours of writing time to work on it. Because I’m just wild and crazy that way, right?
*yawn* Yeah, absolutely, Amy–you’re a wild woman… now go to sleep so you can wake up and do it all again… *yawn*