Uncle Andrew?
You love them, they're yours. They'll be on the next plane to Santa Cruz, so help me.
Gawd.
Gawd.
No snark. Bad puppy. No. (Review stuff.)
A two star Amazon review on His American Detective: "Bodice ripper about gay men by a woman." and I'm longing to comment "don't you mean a waistcoat ripper?" God, no. Stop me. The reviews rarely rattle me any longer -- except when I spot a truth in a bad one. When that happens, I actually lose sleep. This means I still care about writing. Speaking of reviewers and writers: A couple of days ago, a writer said she was tired of getting white ladies writing reviews of her books. She had an excellent point in the long run: her stories are meant for a particular audience and she wants them to resonate with those people and get more reviews from them. But that first line was just....horribly obnoxious. I say this from my POV of course. Not a white lady who writes reviews -- but as a review grubber. Anyone who disses any reader (especially ones that give honest reviews) deserves to be cast into the pit of being ignored. ...
she just kids, of course. She loves us SO MUCH!!!
ReplyDeleteYeah, but who's yer uncle, huh? Don't forget to pack a swimsuit and suntan lotion. It's tropical out here, you know. Oranges grow outside of every bedroom window. Summer vacation goes all year long. Every boy gets two computers, each one faster than the other one.
ReplyDeleteBTW - Are the numbers birthorder, size or value rank? Just askin'.
The numbers are by age, and also by quality. Ergo, Boy 1 is the best, and boy 2 is so unimportant, he doesn't even get capitalized. Capitolized. or whatever.
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