Back in December, New York Magazine had a neat page that featured the writing of people all over Manhattan. The reporters had approached “laptop-using strangers in Starbucks … and asked them to show us the sentence they were working on.” Cool, huh? The results ranged from cover letters to rap lyrics to essays on gender identity. My favorite was a grad student writing a film. His last sentence: “Navy Seal (Steve).” Go Steve!
So I thought it would be fun to ask you guys: what’s the last sentence you wrote before surfing over here to the hot pink wonder palace of Bitchery? Mine was: “what’s the last sentence you wrote before surfing over here to the hot pink wonder palace of Bitchery?” (It’s not very interesting if I play along, is it?)
“Lydia tells me no vampire,” he paused to squish the piece of gum between his fingers then popped it into his mouth, “regardless of age or size, can look menacing while chewing bubble gum.”
Last sentence I wrote for my WIP before I decided to take a break and see what tha Bitches were up to.
“Those are the ones that will be the scariest.”
I’m sorry, but I just don’t think monkey shit is funny.
I should probably find that embarrassing, but oddly enough, I don’t.
I’m picking it up today!
(Specifically referring to Anya Bast’s Witch Heart)
I mean, that is kinda cool, but you acted like it should give you rock star status.
Thank you for being you.
“Free shipping in continental US.”
Siiiiiiigh. Workity work.
“The meeting’s only agenda item is to discuss feedback to
.”
Yes, it’s boring.
I keep forgetting that brackets are perceived to be HTML tags and don’t show up…
The sentence in the previous post should read… “The meeting’s only agenda item is to discuss feedback to (name of technical document omitted) .”
Carry on!
What she wanted was a hole, filled with wine, and a bucket of fried chicken. She’d pass on the sides tonight.
From a Southern-themed contemporary romance.
Not writing yet (sitting at home, wet hair up in turban, girding my loins to go out and start my car, OH how I wish I had remote start), but the last thing I did before surfing on over was to pre-order Beyond Heaving Bosoms.
Last night my husband was so fed up he made her wear mittens all evening!
On my Moms’ board about my daughter’s new nail-biting habit.
Don’t know who’s currently updating the sidebar for the blog, but is there a chance I can put an updated photo and a new blurb for the upcoming book?
What can I say, trying to get work and email done in the early am before going off to teach second graders…but had to check the Smart Bitches for my morning dose before I leave the keyboard.
Both are on their way to you right now – the drivers were dispatched at 6:30, so they should be there by 9 am.
He was a member of the First Universalist Church of Southold, the Southold Historical Society, and volunteered for many years at Kingswood Campsite in Hancock, NY, where he was undisputed master of the waterlines.
Revising my dad’s obituary.
word: hospital29 = feels like I spent 29 days running to the hospital.
Still have my pup’s company.
“No sh*t, Sherlock”.
It was a comment in Google Reader to this story: Library Use Grows in Recession
Jim will be accepting separate donations for a going away gift for Sean.
For a coworker’s last day party. It’s all glamor, all the time with my job.
Kes: my condolences on the loss of your father.
I thought it was a good article.
^from an IM conversation.
If I’m not counting ‘carrots’ and ‘lettuce’ on the shopping list, this:
I will feel more comfortable if I know that I’m not blindly offending anyone (whereas I’m totally comfortable offending on purpose 😉
He stepped over the threshold, then turned back to something—but she shut the door in his face.
The crowd may have been quiet because it was an excellent movie, but I bet the lack of kids and teens helped a lot.
“If you have an unusual last name (and you can tell if it’s unusual if every time you’ve ever given it to someone they ask you to spell it) and you leave a message for a person asking them to get you something then for the love of god DON’T MUMBLE and SPELL YOUR NAME.”
I am, um, at work and ranting on my own blog. Because people are dumb.
“Some of us don’t need pages and pages to get to the point.”
From one of my current WIPs. And it’s so ironic considering another one of my WIPs stands strong at 70K+ words 😉
I wrote this: “And it makes me grit my teeth that the people who make that calendar apparently feel they can make enough money off of it to justify its existence—‘cause yeah, there are those who would eat it right up.”
“You know what else has antioxidants? The chocolate in the turtle cake.”
(From a response to the suggestion that my friends’ next Girls’ Doctor Who Night feature healthy snacks. RESOLUTIONS ARE FOR SUCKERS!)
Don’t fight dirty.
“Your thesis is implied rather than explicit.”
Wish I weren’t at my day job to do this.
“Did I get a packet of information in the mail in the last month from Walker?”
Lots of work fun here.
‘Too late. Joanna Lumley already did that!’
Re: The new DR WHO just announced. He played some part in drag. My friend said now she was visualizing the Dr in a dress.
Joanna Lumley played the Doctor (Yes she did!) in Comic Relief’s “Doctor Who: The Curse of Fatal Death”
BTW Rowan Atkinson was the BEST Doctor of all time and I have seen them ALL.
oj, de låter roligt
translation: hey, that sounds fun
Such is the life of a grad student.
I think Eugenia Price is well-known enough that a big biographical panel, as with Majette, is not totally necessary.
I’m working on an exhibit outline.
“I’m sure there is.”
IM’ing with a friend, who said she noticed an improvement in her writing skills.
Mine was:
“The shapes of Faeries could be seen moving against the light within.”
Current WIP that is finally picking up momentum.
Oh, and Barb Ferrer, I know what you were talking about and Matt just doesn’t seem to have that same charisma that Peter did!
Leslie is the best crit partner, evah. Here’s mine:
“Burn it.”
(the line before was “Domek, what should we do with the body?”)
I should probably add that my tv had just flashed me a civil emergency message as the sirens in my town started to go off. When I switched to the info channel posted on the civil emergency message there was a novela on. No info there and there was nothing on local channels. Then the man calls and asks if there is a test or an emergency going on and I tell him what happened. Then I went and posted about it on twitter, which is where the last sentence came in.