My coworkers hear it all the time and are profoundly uninterested me: Okay, this isn't going to work. I have these characters drinking tea again. They need to do something else immediately. These words are chopped. Two hundred gone. And let's see, the confrontation is coming up soon. Any suggestions? also me: Oh. My. God. Why bother? No one reads your books. No one thinks they're anything more than adequate. You can't seem to change your style to fit what people want. You're old news. OLD. NEWS. Stale old voice. There's no point in writing yet another book that no one will wants-- me: How about if they finally talk instead of just hinting around? Yeah, and maybe that guy will say what's been on his mind since chapter two. also me: Jesus. So boring. Talk, talk, talk. You know that your-- me: How about if they-- also me: --you know your books are worthless because people want conflict and angst. They don't want to read another book wit...
What if I don't like steak? Can I get an extra _________ . . .?
ReplyDeleteAnd why is Steak and _____ day just for guys? Not fair.
ReplyDeleteGuys already get some great holidays--like Superbowl Sunday (a.k.a. You Keep the Guacamole Bowl Filled While He Completely Ignores You Day), St Patrick's Day (a.k.a. You Promise Not to Get Too Mad When He Gets Sh*tfaced on Green Beer Day), and let us not forget, that mother of all guy holidays on which day random drunken women lift up their shirts for a handful of cheap plastic--Mardi Gras.
Frankly, I think we're owed a couple more holidays.
Valentine's Day and garbage pick up day.
ReplyDeleteBettie, I'm fine with Femme Steak and ______ day. I could spend hours giving ______. If I could have my way, my life would be nothing but _____, ______, with a little _______ to top things off.
ReplyDeleteI notice Kate is remaining strangely silent.
yup, because the conversation doesn't need me.
ReplyDeleteI'm having fun playing dirty mad libs with your latest post.