Over on Corey's blog (See Shelf Monkey Link) he has discovered the joy of tattooing one's book icon onto one's body.
Apparently, this in not an uncommon thing for guy-brarians to do.
Who knew?

Mindy continues her quest to write a book that will have agents fighting to the death over her saucy Ginsue tongue- causing bidding wars and the end of civilization as we know it.

Miss Snark is gone but not forgotten, the faint scent of gin-soaked poodle remains in the air.

Me?
I had a shower last night, slept on my still damp tresses, and now my head resembles an Alien hair-do from the old Star Trek series.

Mondays...

Miss Snark is retiring.
And for the record, I am not taking this well.

WAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!

May her gin bottle remain full,
May Killer Yapp forever dog her steps.
May George Clooney pop by every birthday -
Rose in teeth and copy of Karma Sutra in hand...
May her query pile contain the next J.K. Rowling.
May her snarkives lead the multitudes to less nitwittery.

You shall be missed, my dear Miss.

Fare thee well.

Egads.

I was supposed to be back to this blog DAYS ago, but for some stupid reason could not get into Blogger.

Sorry I'm late.

Anyway... news...
Am back to editing Selling Ellie Bassey, and armed with a new and gloriously fast laser printer, I can now print out the $#!%$ manuscripts for proper editing in mere minutes! WHEEEEEEEEE!

The London Writers' Society is now officially formed thanks to the intrepid Cheryl Curtis (Formerly of Victoria, BC.)
FINALLY! First Fiction Critnight was tonight. At a pub.

Yes, there was crit in-between rounds of beer.

I read Gramp's story #4. In two weeks I'll bring Ellie in for some feedback.

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My heart felt thanks goes out to Judge Mike.
You have restored my faith, sir.
Yes, you have...

Dana Lin’s got nothing but GAMES… and it’s such a good story I won’t mention the thing she has for my feet.