Caught Nickel and Bitbit skulking by the pantry door - and then I realized I could hear the sound of something dropping, over and over, like they kept picking something up and dropping it again. Except, the cats didn't have anything. When I opened the pantry door, I saw a pretzel by what we always suspected was a mousehole. It had been trying to get the pretzel into the hole while the cats were wishing they could get into the pantry to get the mouse :3 I shall have to leave it open from now on, to see if they can get it. The mice went away for a bit, but I guess they're getting cocky again. Nickel and Bitbit will take care of that.

Back in Cincinnati ^___^ With jolena, yay \o/

Now we chill a bit, then we begin to figure out Thanksgiving and proceed with shopping! ^__^

Okay, I was in a totally shitty mood, but someone on ff.net said my DwtD reminded her of the Nero Wolfe - especially Archie Goodwin. It's not true, I'm not even a tenth that good, but it was really fucking neat to hear anyway ^_____^

I am way too obsessed with the new Sherlock Holmes movie. I finally had to make myself pretend to forget all about it, so I totally missed the new movie poster and the new trailer *_* I don't give a damn what anyone else thinks, this movie and variation on Holmes & Watson looks fucking kickass. Argh, Christmas, you are still entirely too far away.

1. Finish Addison's story
2. Transcribe epilogue of Huntsman that's been sitting in notebook forever
3. Finish setting up Embrace for print
4. Finally read The Dome. It's been sitting in the living room taunting me forever, and I really really want to read it, and argh if I can get the rest of it done, I finally can.

And hopefully in the next month or so I'll have the Midsummer stories up, and maybe find time to fix the Wick stories. And maybe finally actually write something I can put up as a freebie, since my every attempt at something cute and short and perfect winds up 50+ pages long and better off sold x.x

You know what's fun? Waking up with a headache that usually only comes with lack of sleep. There are so many things wrong with that.

Less Than Three Press announces its first anthology: That Famous Happy End.

Nothing is sweeter than following a story and its characters through all the ups and downs, the trials, the pains, and seeing them finally reach that moment, that day, that place they worked so hard to gain. Be it by way of murder, magic, misunderstanding, mischief, or mayhem, we like to see them suffer. We want the struggle, the grief, the fight. We want to see them angry, confused, hurt, battered, and on the verge of giving up.

But most of all we want to see all that toil and strife worth something. We want to see them get what they earned.

So put your characters through the wringer, make them suffer and work for it, and then give us that famous happy end.

Submission details for this anthology can be found here.
Further information regarding general submission and content guidelines may be found here and here.

Less Than Three Press will be accepting submissions through January 1, 2010.

If you have any questions or concerns regarding this anthology or general submissions or compensation, please contact editor@lessthanthreepress.com.

And to all kick-ass Marines everywhere.

In honor of that, a convo via text I had with my father today :3

Me: Changed my mind about Christmas. I was a special Aston Martin that goes for $1.4 mil. It's shiny
Dad: Yeah, and I want the new G-V jet with teak wood flight deck
Me: That sounds fun
Dad: Only 35 mil
Me: Chump change
Dad: Then please allow me to add a braburn yacht for 6.2 mil
Me: Go for it. But I'm borrowing it.
Dad: Cool. I will let the pool boy go with you
Me: You're such a good father :D He'd better not be a sixty year old pool boy
Dad: 18 with a speedo and a twin brother that does hair. Quit drooling it ill becomes you
Me: *dies of laughter* Does your jet come with girls to do maintenance? ;3
Dad: I always have women to turn my wrench and blow my super charger
Me: Stop making me snort coffee

And then it gets away from me because keep fucking talking and won't let me think.

One of my roomies made a crack about two serial killers meeting on the road - like, one picking the other up, and I thought they were talking about an actual story cause I've read it (or maybe watched it, I can never fucking remember all the mediums of the different stories I recall, how sad is that?).

There's obviously more than one out there, it's a premise I'm sure has been done plenty, but the one I'm thinking of, one of the killers definitely had a guitar case and I would swear she was a chick, but I just don't recall for certain.

It's going to drive me crazy now -__-

Ugh. It takes me way too fucking long to transcribe. I'm just not good at it. I don't have the patience and I'm constantly reading/changing everything as I go.

Ah, well.

There is a sad lack of biscuits in my life. I think I shall make some, and then go back to writing by hand.

At least the stupd transcribing is done for now.