Dear Particular Character,Rrr. Before I decide to make an IHOP run, I'm goin' to bed.
I love you. I love you dearly. However, please stop licking blood from your hands. I understand that blood gets you off like nothing else, but it's making me crave IHOP. No, really. IHOP pancakes with artificially flavoured strawberry syrup. Have you any idea how incredibly disturbing that is?
Now go back into your Special Character Cage and please--oh, Elvis, please--stop making me think of Sonic strawberry slushies. You know, the ones that taste like paradise but look like an especially bad and snowy accident.
Far, far too much love,
Me
Monday, August 18, 2008
&#$%@!
I'm at the point where I'm convinced the book sucks, the edits suck, and the whole dang project should be scrapped. While I understand that this is a normal part of the process, it doesn't make things any easier. Also?
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"I love you. I love you dearly. However, please stop licking blood from your hands. I understand that blood gets you off like nothing else, but it's making me crave IHOP."
ReplyDeleteTHAT WAS GREAT!
:) Terri
LOL! I'm holding out on re-reading that scene until tonight, because I know it'll happen again. If I wait until the Import goes to bed, he won't have to deal with, "Honey, you-know-who is being sanguitarian again! I'm gettin' pancakes!"
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