Roadtrip - Postcards from Death By the Book

[Haggis]

*hops on bus...locks bus door...takes seat next to Rolling Thunder...shoves Rolling Thunder out window...locks window*

Hang on, everyone.

[EriRae]

How...what...why is this thread here now? And who's going on a summer road trip?

[Haggis]

How...what...why is this thread here now?

Because it's Saturday.

And who's going on a summer road trip?

The thread. :D

[emeraldcite]

What an ugly bus...who said you ruffians can move into my town?

You gotta understand we do things differently here.

[grabs torch and pitchfork, starts singing "This land is your land in a high falsetto]

[Ol' Fashioned Girl]

We didn't exactly 'ask'... exactly. :D

[callalily61]

*peeks under the seats to make sure we cleaned out all the body parts, blood, and assorted demons*

Oopsie! Forgot a few. It's okay, folks. Just don't drop any chips or stick chewing gum under the seats. It attracts their... attention. :e2teeth:

[Haggis]

*peeks under the seats to make sure we cleaned out all the body parts, blood, and assorted demons*

Oopsie! Forgot a few. It's okay, folks. Just don't drop any chips or stick chewing gum under the seats. It attracts their... attention. :e2teeth:

Seems to me these novel folks can use a little excitement.

*drops Milk Bone under seat*

[Haggis]

THOSE AREN'T PILLOWS!!!!!

Jealous. :D

[Birol]

Welcome to Novels! We hope that by the time you reach The End of your stay here, this thread will have reached a conclusion (and be dead and all.)

[Haggis]

What I am jealous of is that damned Disney movie coming out later this year. As if chee-huey-hueys deserve a movie of their own! Whatever. I hope their takeover of the world turns very bad and they all self-implode.


Character assassin!

[mscelina]

pfffffffffffffffffft.

Death by character assassination. Wouldn't that title be more appropriate for P&CE?

:D

[Haggis]

pfffffffffffffffffft.

Death by character assassination. Wouldn't that title be more appropriate for P&CE?

:D

That's the next stop. :D

[Birol]

We considered 'Death by Outline' and 'Death by the Book.'

[mscelina]

LMAO!

Death by outline would be inaccurate for a group of some AW members (like me, for example) but DEATH BY THE BOOK???

:roll:

Totally awesome. We could do color by numbers murder mysteries. Just sayin'...

[Birol]

Okay. As long as you don't expect me to cook individual meals for each guest, I'm an amiable host.

[mscelina]

Thanks! That works much better. I'd save character assassination for THAT forum. *grin*

Death by the book....lemme think....

[Haggis]

*sorry buncha novelists...can't make up their mind about the thread title....*

[Birol]

It's called rewriting. We do that.

[mscelina]

and editing. that's where I cut out unsatisfactory characters. :D

[Haggis]

It's called rewriting. We do that.

and editing. that's where I cut out unsatisfactory characters. :D

Rewriting? Editing? Waste of time.

I write it once, and I'm done with it. You'll never catch me agonizing over a word here or a word there.

[mscelina]

LMAO!

But we don't have spazzy dance numbers either, Haggis. I guess we all have our distinct standards. Yours would have to be lower because, well, you ARE a chihuahua

[Haggis]

LMAO!

But we don't have spazzy dance numbers either, Haggis. I guess we all have our distinct standards. Yours would have to be lower because, well, you ARE a chihuahua

Speciesist!

[mscelina]

Yep. I am seriously prejudiced against any midget species who roots for Michigan. Yep. Yep.

[Cranky]

Yep. I am seriously prejudiced against any midget species who roots for Michigan. Yep. Yep.

Being short and all, is there anything else he could do? I mean, tailgating is sort of out of the question, unless he's one of the appetizers...

[Haggis]

Yep. I am seriously prejudiced against any midget species who roots for Michigan. Yep. Yep.

*drags ladder into Novels thread...climbs ladder...bites Celina on the ankle*

[mscelina]

He's good for transporting more important things to the tailgating party:

http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i293/isabelle_spurrier/bxp26147.jpg

[Cranky]

He's good for transporting more important things to the tailgating party:

http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i293/isabelle_spurrier/bxp26147.jpg

Where's mai nachos????

[mscelina]

Note the bunny, riding in comfort....

ah...Haggis slavery is the best!

[Haggis]

Linky. (http://www.recipeland.com/recipe/11229/)

[mscelina]

ROFLMAO!

Where's my Hassenpfeffer?

That's one of my favorite Bugs Bunny cartoons.

[Birol]

Rewriting? Editing? Waste of time.

I write it once, and I'm done with it. You'll never catch me agonizing over a word here or a word there.

:ROFL:

[Shweta]

*wanders onto the bus with a white-out pen*
So who do we get to edit out?

[mscelina]

how about the chihuahua with the Napoleon complex? *grin*

[Shweta]

how about the chihuahua with the Napoleon complex? *grin*
Nah, he reps me.
*looks around for someone who doesn't*...

[callalily61]

*offers to change Shweta's nephew's diapers*

Or is that too obvious a suck up?

[Shweta]

*offers to change Shweta's nephew's diapers*

Or is that too obvious a suck up?

Well, since I've never done it, you're really only asking my sister in law and my brother not to edit you out :D

...But oh very well, you may live!
But you know, unless it's a litfic novel thread, someone has to die! And unnecessary characters must be edited out or (MUA HAHA) MERGED.

[callalily61]

Can you merge me with Gerard Butler? :e2brows:

[Shweta]

Can you merge me with Gerard Butler? :e2brows:

Callabutler Gerlily?

[storygirl]

*&^%ing bus! I had to walk from horror! Why didn't y'all tell me we were leaving?

[callalily61]

Callabutler Gerlily?

*gets R-rated visions of which portions of The Gerard's anatomy would be in direct contact with mine*

*fans self*

[Ol' Fashioned Girl]

Can you merge me with Gerard Butler? :e2brows:


Sorry. Moi is already merged with him. :D

http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q172/liadano/OFG.jpg

[callalily61]

His left side is still free. :D

Sorry. Moi is already merged with him. :D

http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q172/liadano/OFG.jpg

[Haggis]

Butler? Why are you guys so attracted to the help?

[EriRae]

I've heard of the song that never ends, but now we have the thread title that never ends...how many more phrases can we tack onto the end?

[Birol]

Eh. We've got so many threads that never end around this place... There's the HOL and (Son of) NEPAT and this one. I'm sure there's a few others, too.

[Ol' Fashioned Girl]

His left side is still free. :D

As long as I have the front, you can have the left side.

[EriRae]

Eh. We've got so many threads that never end around this place... There's the HOL and (Son of) NEPAT and this one. I'm sure there's a few others, too.


Yes, but why does the TITLE have to be so long? :D

[Shady Lane]

If you guys think you're going to ever get longer than the Random Musings thread, you are sooooooo wrong.

[Haggis]

If you guys think you're going to ever get longer than the Random Musings thread, you are sooooooo wrong.

Size isn't everything.

[storygirl]

Size isn't everything.
says the ity-bity chihuahua

[Haggis]

says the ity-bity chihuahua

I thought we left you behind in the Horror forum. :D

[storygirl]

I walked.


You can't get rid of me so easily.

[Haggis]

I walked.


You can't get rid of me so easily.

But...but they demanded a sacrifice. The sacrificial lamb is not supposed to escape. They'll be after us now. :e2cry:

I thought you were a team player.

[EriRae]

You're worried about someone being after you? Where's the flashing red eyes and the hypodermic needle? Nobody would come after us if our mascot was dressed appropriately.

[Haggis]

You're worried about someone being after you? Where's the flashing red eyes and the hypodermic needle? Nobody would come after us if our mascot was dressed appropriately.

Oh, yeah? You don't know those people like I do.

[EriRae]

Oh, yeah? You don't know those people like I do.

Oh NOES. Haggis is afwaid. :roll:

[callalily61]

*whistles* Haaaaggis... I have Snausages... *whistles* Just hop up on this altar table and get some! Don't worry about that noise.. it's just the sacrificial knife sharpener.

(Y'all didn't really think you'd get rid of the Horror forum denizens so easily, did you?)

*excuses self to catfight OFG for The Gerard's front as well as side*

[mscelina]

Or you're one of the locals, sticking nails into the bus tires.

[callalily61]

Ugh... I just got back from a soccer tourney with a present--ran over a nail and got a flat. $18.50 later, I'm driving again.

So, who should I thank for my personal clickety-click? I thought this bus was a nice place.

[callalily61]

Myths are enduring.

Some people think if enough of us believe in myths, they take on a life of their own. *hint, hint*

[Ol' Fashioned Girl]

Ugh... I just got back from a soccer tourney with a present--ran over a nail and got a flat. $18.50 later, I'm driving again.

So, who should I thank for my personal clickety-click? I thought this bus was a nice place.

I do not fight fair when Gerard is on the line. ;)

[storygirl]

We take hobos from every county along for the journey. You're either on the bus or you're not on the bus.
Or your trying to stay on the bus, get left behind in a VERY scary forum and are forced to walk all because some little rat dog tried to sacrifice you to the mod gods.

*sigh* the day I've had


Besides, don't they usually want a sacrificial offering to be a virgin? Either Haggis or Rolling should do just fine.

:D

[EriRae]

*Kicks tire, dislodging nail*

Oops. KTC's gonna have my ass for this one.

*jumps back on bus*

[callalily61]

I was trying to lure Haggis to the sacrificial altar. Maybe he's more of a Beggin' Strips kind of dog.

[Haggis]

Ugh... I just got back from a soccer tourney with a present--ran over a nail and got a flat. $18.50 later, I'm driving again.

So, who should I thank for my personal clickety-click? I thought this bus was a nice place.

A lesson well learned, I trust. You try to do damage to the Haggis, Karma will getcha if you don't watch out. :D

Uh, sorry about the flat.

[callalily61]

Yanno, little undead doggie, you have at least one more scene in my vamp book. Just sayin'.

[Haggis]

Yanno, little undead doggie, you have at least one more scene in my vamp book. Just sayin'.

And I have not yet begun to write. :D

[Birol]

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Haven't we killed this thread yet? Do the novelists really need to do an extensive rewrite to make that happen?

[Shweta]

Maybe we need to outline it.

[Birol]

A really intense, detailed outline, you mean?

[EriRae]

I thought this WAS the outline thread.

[JJ Cooper]

It's all about structure at the moment. Anyone know the structure for this thread?

JJ

[JJ Cooper]

Makes sense. Sounds like a Patterson/Unknown writer novel.

JJ

[cray]

http://www.aperfectworld.org/clipart/special_occasions/ghosts_small.gif




what?
we're not in horror any more?

oh great. thanks guys.
i guess my outlook calendar didn't sync with my blackberry again, huh?

i think you're trying to ditch me.

[cray]

this forum requires that you wait 30 seconds before trying to ditch me again

[CBeasy]

Oy! I hate Mondays, but since I worked yesterday, and I don't work tomorrow, does that make this my Friday? Should I be excited or frustrated? Someone help me!

[Shweta]

Should I be excited or frustrated?
Yes.
Someone help me!

You're welcome :)

[EriRae]

You forgot, 'for garters'. He's gonna have your ass for garters.


Of all the nerve!


OUCH. Really? Who makes garters out of poofy fros?

[EriRae]

DITCH YOU! HA! I'd like to offer you the very best seat on the bus just to prove to you that you could not be more wrong. Please have a seat... make yourself at home.

http://www.airforce-technology.com/projects/hawk/images/hawk5.jpg


At least you GET a seat.

[Haggis]

It's obvious the novelists are ignoring us. I say, we go back to the Horror forum where at least they like our flavor.

[ChaosTitan]

We're busy arguing amongst ourselves in various threads. ;)

Carry on....

[Shweta]

Actually we're editing you.
You're not what you were before. But we're being careful about consistency so you won't notice.

[Birol]

With novels there's all the rewriting and editing and then the whole to or not to outline question. It's just a whole lot of work.

[EriRae]

It's obvious the novelists are ignoring us. I say, we go back to the Horror forum where at least they like our flavor.


You mean "go back to horror where the poofy 'fro can't find us."

Yeah, I hear you. I can read between the lines.

*stalks Haggis so she doesn't get left behind again*

[kristie911]

I'm just confused by this whole thread.

*goes back to the HOL where things make sense*

[mscelina]

http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i293/isabelle_spurrier/attackbunnysign.jpg

[EriRae]

It's obvious the novelists are ignoring us. I say, we go back to the Horror forum where at least they like our flavor.


Someone tried to eat the Haggis again, didn't they. I believe they were all poisoned, so the thread got booted over here. The novelists know what's good for them and stay out.

[EriRae]

Yes, I know I just quoted the same post twice, with a different spin. That's how my mind works after 16 and 24 hours with no sleep, respectively.

[Ol' Fashioned Girl]

I'm just confused by this whole thread.

*goes back to the HOL where things make sense*

Take me with you!

Yes, I know I just quoted the same post twice, with a different spin. That's how my mind works after 16 and 24 hours with no sleep, respectively.

No one in this joint even noticed. :)

[Haggis]

Noticed what?

[Rolling Thunder]

Something happened?

[Ol' Fashioned Girl]

What're y'all yappin' on about?!

[Birol]

*stalks Haggis so she doesn't get left behind again*

Wait until you see the next stop. :D

Yes, I know I just quoted the same post twice, with a different spin. That's how my mind works after 16 and 24 hours with no sleep, respectively.

I think everyone should take the same Haggis quote and respond to it.

[callalily61]

I think everyone should take the same Haggis quote and respond to it.

Yes, ma'am. :e2salute:

It's obvious the novelists are ignoring us. I say, we go back to the Horror forum where at least they like our flavor.

No, no, Haggis, you've got it backwards. We like everyone else's flavor. The bus is our all-you-can-eat buffet. :e2teeth:

[Lady Esther]

Define happening.

Happening: (1) An action, such as a dead thread that surprisingly goes on for more than 250 pages. It could be an interesting action or a boring action, which means "happening" is in the eye of the onlooker. (2)Something that's hip.


Add on at any time. :)

[storygirl]

I think everyone should take the same Haggis quote and respond to it.
I guess I'd have to take him off ignore to do this, huh?



:D



:LilLove:
sg + haggis

[awatkins]

::invisibly in a slightly bluish tone enters the thread and begins taking notes::

[cray]

*flicks on lights*


who is that?!? i see you there! don't run away,....we come in peace.
this thread will die but not today

[Ol' Fashioned Girl]

Good thing she didn't come in last week - we'd have been coming in pieces.

[Haggis]

Well, hell. Since we're here until Saturday, we might as well write a novel. You start, OFG. :D

[Stew21]

It was a dark and stormy evening?

[Haggis]

It was a dark and stormy evening? Suddenly a shot rang out.

[awatkins]

In the distance, a woman screamed.

[Birol]

You guys are staying until SATURDAY! :e2thud:

ETA: Too late with my contribution.

[Stew21]

Nervously he looked to the left of him. Then suspensefully he looked to the right. His eyes darted wildly. He tapped his foot impatiently.

ETA: ACK!
I moved and changed mine so yours would work! PUT IT BACK!
:D

[Ol' Fashioned Girl]

It was a dark and stormy evening?

When did you become me!?

[Komnena]

Where were the monsters when you needed them?

[Stew21]

When you didn't show up fast enough.
You can be you again now.

carry on.

;)

[MidnightMuse]

And then he saw it, there in the distance.

A Yak. And it was heading straight for him.

[Birol]

Give me a sec, Trish.

[Stew21]

And then he saw it, there in the distance.

A Yak. And it was heading straight for him.


It had a gun clenched in it's teeth and it mumbled incoherently. The trench-coated detective exclaimed, "What are you trying to say, Yak?"

[Birol]

It was a dark and stormy evening. Suddenly, a shot rang out. In the distance, a woman screamed. The detective in the trenchcoat -- although why he was wearing a trenchcoat in the middle of his living room is anybody's guess -- strode to the door and flung it open. Nervously he looked to the left of him. Then suspensefully he looked to the right. His eyes darted wildly. He tapped his foot impatiently.

Where were the monsters when you needed them?

And then he saw it, there in the distance. A Yak. And it was heading straight for him.

It had a gun clenched in it's teeth and it mumbled incoherently. The trench-coated detective exclaimed, "What are you trying to say, Yak?"

[Ol' Fashioned Girl]

"I'll let this do my talking," the yak wrote in the air with smoke drifting upwards from the cigarette clenched in the other side of it's mouth. "Then we'll discuss the girl."

[Haggis]

It was a dark and stormy evening. Suddenly, a shot rang out. In the distance, a woman screamed. The detective in the trenchcoat -- although why he was wearing a trenchcoat in the middle of his living room is anybody's guess -- strode to the door and flung it open. Nervously he looked to the left of him. Then suspensefully he looked to the right. His eyes darted wildly. He tapped his foot impatiently.

Where were the monsters when you needed them?

And then he saw it, there in the distance. A Yak. And it was heading straight for him.

It had a gun clenched in it's teeth and it mumbled incoherently. The trench-coated detective exclaimed, "What are you trying to say, Yak?"

"Braaaap," said the Yak.

[Ol' Fashioned Girl]

Or, "Braaaap," said the Yak, once it was translated.

[awatkins]

"I'll let this do my talking," the yak wrote in the air with smoke drifting upwards from the cigarette clenched in the other side of it's mouth. "Then we'll discuss the girl."

In the distance, the woman screamed again.

[Haggis]

It was a dark and stormy evening. Suddenly, a shot rang out. In the distance, a woman screamed. The detective in the trenchcoat -- although why he was wearing a trenchcoat in the middle of his living room is anybody's guess -- strode to the door and flung it open. Nervously he looked to the left of him. Then suspensefully he looked to the right. His eyes darted wildly. He tapped his foot impatiently.

Where were the monsters when you needed them?

And then he saw it, there in the distance. A Yak. And it was heading straight for him.

It had a gun clenched in it's teeth and it mumbled incoherently. The trench-coated detective exclaimed, "What are you trying to say, Yak?"

"I'll let this do my talking," the yak wrote in the air with smoke drifting upwards from the cigarette clenched in the other side of it's mouth. "Then we'll discuss the girl."

Or, "Braaaap," said the Yak, once it was translated.

In the distance, the woman screamed again.

An undead thing wandered in from the mist, moaning, "brains...brains...."

[Birol]

It was a dark and stormy evening. Suddenly, a shot rang out. In the distance, a woman screamed. The detective in the trenchcoat -- although why he was wearing a trenchcoat in the middle of his living room is anybody's guess -- strode to the door and flung it open. Nervously he looked to the left of him. Then suspensefully he looked to the right. His eyes darted wildly. He tapped his foot impatiently.

Where were the monsters when you needed them?

And then he saw it, there in the distance. A Yak. And it was heading straight for him.

It had a gun clenched in it's teeth and it mumbled incoherently. The trench-coated detective exclaimed, "What are you trying to say, Yak?"

"I'll let this do my talking," the yak wrote in the air with smoke drifting upwards from the cigarette clenched in the other side of it's mouth. "Then we'll discuss the girl."

Or, "Braaaap," said the Yak, once it was translated.

In the distance, the woman screamed again.

An undead thing wandered in from the mist, moaning, "brains...brains...."

Fortunately, the detective thought, it doesn't want to eat my eyes. I wonder if it likes yak?

[awatkins]

It was a dark and stormy evening. Suddenly, a shot rang out. In the distance, a woman screamed. The detective in the trenchcoat -- although why he was wearing a trenchcoat in the middle of his living room is anybody's guess -- strode to the door and flung it open. Nervously he looked to the left of him. Then suspensefully he looked to the right. His eyes darted wildly. He tapped his foot impatiently.

Where were the monsters when you needed them?

And then he saw it, there in the distance. A Yak. And it was heading straight for him.

It had a gun clenched in it's teeth and it mumbled incoherently. The trench-coated detective exclaimed, "What are you trying to say, Yak?"

"I'll let this do my talking," the yak wrote in the air with smoke drifting upwards from the cigarette clenched in the other side of it's mouth. "Then we'll discuss the girl."

Or, "Braaaap," said the Yak, once it was translated.

In the distance, the woman screamed again.

An undead thing wandered in from the mist, moaning, "brains...brains...."

The screaming woman had abruptly fallen silent.

[Shweta]

It was a dark and stormy evening. Suddenly, a shot rang out. In the distance, a woman screamed. The detective in the trenchcoat -- although why he was wearing a trenchcoat in the middle of his living room is anybody's guess -- strode to the door and flung it open. Nervously he looked to the left of him. Then suspensefully he looked to the right. His eyes darted wildly. He tapped his foot impatiently.

Where were the monsters when you needed them?

And then he saw it, there in the distance. A Yak. And it was heading straight for him.

It had a gun clenched in it's teeth and it mumbled incoherently. The trench-coated detective exclaimed, "What are you trying to say, Yak?"

"I'll let this do my talking," the yak wrote in the air with smoke drifting upwards from the cigarette clenched in the other side of it's mouth. "Then we'll discuss the girl."

Or, "Braaaap," said the Yak, once it was translated.

In the distance, the woman screamed again.

An undead thing wandered in from the mist, moaning, "brains...brains...."

The screaming woman had abruptly fallen silent.

The mist coalesced into a ghostly woman with three-inch fingernails. "I'll have your eyes for this!" she wailed.

[Rolling Thunder]

It was a dark and stormy evening. Suddenly, a shot rang out. In the distance, a woman screamed. The detective in the trenchcoat -- although why he was wearing a trenchcoat in the middle of his living room is anybody's guess -- strode to the door and flung it open. Nervously he looked to the left of him. Then suspensefully he looked to the right. His eyes darted wildly. He tapped his foot impatiently.

Where were the monsters when you needed them?

And then he saw it, there in the distance. A Yak. And it was heading straight for him.

It had a gun clenched in it's teeth and it mumbled incoherently. The trench-coated detective exclaimed, "What are you trying to say, Yak?"

"I'll let this do my talking," the yak wrote in the air with smoke drifting upwards from the cigarette clenched in the other side of it's mouth. "Then we'll discuss the girl."

Or, "Braaaap," said the Yak, once it was translated.

In the distance, the woman screamed again.

An undead thing wandered in from the mist, moaning, "brains...brains...."

The screaming woman had abruptly fallen silent.

The mist coalesced into a ghostly woman with three-inch fingernails. "I'll have your eyes for this!" she wailed.

III screamed in terror, then fainted.

[Soccer Mom]

:sniffs: smells funny in here. I've been gone for a few days. Where am I now?

:sniffs: smells...literary...novels? No wonder it smells so stuffy.

[Ol' Fashioned Girl]

It was a dark and stormy evening. Suddenly, a shot rang out. In the distance, a woman screamed. The detective in the trenchcoat -- although why he was wearing a trenchcoat in the middle of his living room is anybody's guess -- strode to the door and flung it open. Nervously he looked to the left of him. Then suspensefully he looked to the right. His eyes darted wildly. He tapped his foot impatiently.

Where were the monsters when you needed them?

And then he saw it, there in the distance. A Yak. And it was heading straight for him.

It had a gun clenched in it's teeth and it mumbled incoherently. The trench-coated detective exclaimed, "What are you trying to say, Yak?"

"I'll let this do my talking," the yak wrote in the air with smoke drifting upwards from the cigarette clenched in the other side of it's mouth. "Then we'll discuss the girl."

Or, "Braaaap," said the Yak, once it was translated.

In the distance, the woman screamed again.

An undead thing wandered in from the mist, moaning, "brains...brains...."

The screaming woman had abruptly fallen silent.

The mist coalesced into a ghostly woman with three-inch fingernails. "I'll have your eyes for this!" she wailed.

III screamed in terror, then fainted... the sight of Rolling Thunder's manly pecs, a result of his working out for seconds at a time on his new Bow Flextm gym ten times a year, golden flowing locks, which looked like he'd gotten them straight out of a peroxide bottle, and leering grin - provided at great cost by his dentist (a certain doctor Hai Pai O'Doul) - were more than he could bear.

[Shweta]

Oooh we're going meta.
Does that make it a literary piece?

[Haggis]

Oooh we're going meta.
Does that make it a literary piece?

http://inatie.files.wordpress.com/2007/03/meta.gif

[callalily61]

You're such a literalist, KTC.

Someone explain "meta" to this lowly, hack, genre thriller writer, please?

[Shweta]

Er. My best definition is "popping up a level".
Um. Wikipedia to the rescue (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Meta)!

I was referring to the use of RT's current avatar (which exists outside the story) as his description (inside the story).

[Haggis]

You're such a literalist, KTC.

Someone explain "meta" to this lowly, hack, genre thriller writer, please?

You wrote "Thriller?"

http://mypoproks.files.wordpress.com/2007/12/thriller3.jpg

[Ol' Fashioned Girl]

I've certainly learned something today!

[callalily61]

Thanks, Shweta. And KTC, I was referring to me (as a thriller writer) not you.

Maybe I need more coffee.

And if I wrote "Thriller," I wouldn't be stressing about the finances of sending my oldest kid to college next year. Augh.

[Unique]

What a truly Unique and novel idea. Hello ....

Hello.

Welcome to Novels! We hope that by the time you reach The End of your stay here, this thread will have reached a conclusion (and be dead and all.)
Nope. Not happening.

It's called rewriting. We do that.

No, we don't.

Rewriting? Editing? Waste of time.

I LOVEYOUHAGGIS

I write it once, and I'm done with it. You'll never catch me agonizing over a word here or a word there.

I'm just confused by this whole thread.

*goes back to the HOL where things make sense*

It works! Bwahahahaha.....

You guys are staying until SATURDAY! :e2thud:

Saturday?!?!?! Zzzzzzzzzz..............

:sniffs: smells funny in here. I've been gone for a few days. Where am I now?

:sniffs: smells...literary...novels? No wonder it smells so stuffy.

psst.... I have silverfish.

[Haggis]

Originally Posted by Unique
I LOVEYOUHAGGIS


*swoons*

[Ol' Fashioned Girl]

*swoons*

Don't you be unfaithful to my li'l girl!

[Haggis]

Don't you be unfaithful to my li'l girl!

Don't give me that. You won't even introduce us.

[Ol' Fashioned Girl]

Did so! You met her - albeit by photo only - over in Animals and Nature. Haven't you ever heard of arranged marriage?

[mscelina]

*groans*

OH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Don't resurrect THAT thread---please! I beg you...

[Haggis]

Did so! You met her - albeit by photo only - over in Animals and Nature. Haven't you ever heard of arranged marriage?

Met her? I didn't hold her paw. I didn't even so much as sniff her butt. You're really an overprotective human, you know that?

[Ol' Fashioned Girl]

Honey! That's WEEKS from now. No paw holding. No butt sniffing. The proprietaries must be observed.

Just wait'll you have a daughter... then you'll understand when youngold dogs come sniffin' around.

[Haggis]

Honey! That's WEEKS from now. No paw holding. No butt sniffing. The proprietaries must be observed.

Just wait'll you have a daughter... then you'll understand when youngold dogs come sniffin' around.

Wait 'til I have a daughter? I have two of 'em, and five grandpuppies.

Let me tell you something. If I'd waited WEEKS they wouldn't have happened.

[mscelina]

:roll:

[Ol' Fashioned Girl]

Wait 'til I have a daughter? I have two of 'em, and five grandpuppies.

Let me tell you something. If I'd waited WEEKS they wouldn't have happened.

Well, they sure as hell ain't gonna happen here, either! My Mindy's a GOOD girl.

In every way.

(Well... 'cept for that cat hatin' thing...)

[Ol' Fashioned Girl]

What!?

I hope this thread's been up all night working on its WIP; 'cause if it hasn't, it's got no business sleepin' in!

Get busy!

[Rolling Thunder]

Maybe all the novel writers were at the library? Or bookstore?

Nah. Who am I kidding. D

[Ol' Fashioned Girl]

Could be they were stunned into paralysis by the flexing of those pecs. How're the nipples this morning? Chaffing any better? And that eye... ever get the hay out of it?

[Haggis]

Skud.

http://www.gulflink.osd.mil/envs/images/fig1.jpg

[awatkins]

ow. my eyes. i think i'm blind. michael, you look...uh.....stunning?

[storygirl]

Wow, you fall asleep for just a short while on the bus and wake up to see Rolling in a, um, new light, Haggis is trying to sniff Unique's butt, and OFG is trying to keep the missile-carrying butt sniffer in line. And Kevin still won't use his inside voice.

And what is that strange smell?

Alright, whose turn was it to walk Haggis?

[Haggis]

That's a scud, you dork.

A skud by any other name is still a phallic symbol.

[Rolling Thunder]

Does 'impact fuse' qualify for that definition also?

[Haggis]

Does 'impact fuse' qualify for that definition also?

Probably. But I prefer the terms "warhead" and "propellant pumps." :D

[Robert Toy]

"propellant pumps." :D
What or Who?

[Haggis]

What or Who?

Exactly.

[Robert Toy]

That is ugly!

[Shweta]

But chic!
Er.

[Ol' Fashioned Girl]

I tell ya... y'all'd do anything to keep from writing that novel.

[Ol' Fashioned Girl]

A 'Na', as opposed to a 'NaNo'?

[EriRae]

Could be they were stunned into paralysis by the flexing of those pecs. How're the nipples this morning? Chaffing any better? And that eye... ever get the hay out of it?

:roll:

[Unique]

Maybe all the novel writers were at the library? Or bookstore?

Nah. Who am I kidding. D

Hell, yeah, I was at the library. I work there. Dork.

Does 'impact fuse' qualify for that definition also?
Impact Feeee. Impact Fee. Not fuse.

Dork.
(terri's on hiatus. i borryed it.)

[Rolling Thunder]

No no. I did mean 'fuse'.

http://www.gulflink.osd.mil/envs/images/fig1.jpg

[cray]

what the..?

how long have you been sleeping?
pfft.
lazy thread!

[Ol' Fashioned Girl]

It's all this travel, cray. The poor thing isn't getting any rest at all. There's so much to see and do... so many new people to meet and greet. And I think the new food's been a tad unsettling to its delicate constitution, y'know? I'm almost - but not quite - looking forward to going home.

And speaking of travel... I think we're due for loadin' up and movin' on again, aren't we?

[cray]

let's go before rt's pecks get back on the bus

[Ol' Fashioned Girl]

RT's pecks won't fit through the door.

[Unique]

Abs of Flab when he flecx the pecx. Now we know what causes the thunder.

Angels bowling, my ass, RT.

[Haggis]

We're leaving already? Crap. I haven't started my novel yet.

[Birol]

That's okay, neither have many others. You do have enough short stories for a collection, though. :D

[EriRae]

Where are we going?

[SpookyWriter]

Where are we going?It's not always important to know the destination. Sometimes just getting there is worth the adventure.

[Ol' Fashioned Girl]

Where are we going?

Nowhere fast, as usual! But we can't sit here and idle all day, either... you know how much gas it takes to fill this POS? And without airconditioning... oy!

[Birol]

I would move this thread to its new spot, but I'm not licensed to drive a bus. Sorry.

I'm tempted to give everyone a hint by changing the thread title, though.