I got an email from a writer friend:
I’m a lot less nervous than I was a week ago, when I had no idea what would happen in the middle of this book. Some sh&t came to me. But I *think* it’s working.
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*gasp* I’m still laughing hysterically.
And no, it’s not me. It could be, but no, it’s not. And no, I’m not revealing any identities, so don’t ask.


This is absolutely hysterical!
**Sidenote to Precious: It’s not me either.**
Comment by Rhonda — December 17, 2007 @ 5:32 am
So THAT’S how you pubbed people do it. Why didn’t y’all tell me that before?
Comment by Kimberly — December 17, 2007 @ 7:48 am
It just happens…..
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Comment by Ginger — December 17, 2007 @ 8:03 am
And all this time I thought that was something only us wandering unpubs did…
Comment by Andrea — December 17, 2007 @ 10:42 am
I was quite amused, Rhonda. (and now I’m amused by your sidenote.
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Kimberly, you just need to look up “panster” in the Websters. You’ll find the definition is the very contents of that email.
And that would be the scary part, Ginger.
andrea, welcome to the Right-brained Writers’ Club. No initiation necessary.
Comment by Jennifer — December 17, 2007 @ 2:26 pm