Blog Flog - Stage Fright
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Blood Noir comes out Tuesday. Like in, tomorrow. Aaah! I can't work on Merry.
Luckily you’ve created a myriad of shiny, rainbow-colored men to do just that!
I can't really work on anything. Thank God, we put the last bit of the comic of Guilty Pleasures to bed last week. I am so not going to finish Swallowing Darkness before tomorrow.
Hmm. Do I go for the obvious blow job joke? No. I think I can do better. Well, Laurell, of course you won’t finish swallowing darkness! There’s a lot of darkness out there in the world and, even though you’re the self-proclaimed Queen ofwere-lions were-leopards were-wolves were-meerkats Darkity Darkness, even you can’t swallow it all!
I'm afraid my nerves are making me make bad decisions for the book…
Wait, now nerves are to be blamed? I thought it was that you decided you wanted to be contrary to what the haters say? No wait, maybe it was because you didn’t want to put more violence into the world, when you can put love out there instead. Or was it your dyslexia? Gosh, I just can’t remember whichexcuse reason properly justified tossing the plot and focusing on repetitive sex and go-nowhere dialogue.
That blood bath at the end seems like a good idea, and I can't tell if it's the book talking, or my stage fright.
It’s the book! The book wants blood! The book craves blood! “Feed me!” the book cries. “I demand a feast of long hair and ample manbits! Kill them all!” The book is channeling us, Lashers!
Is it stage fright? I don't get nervous in front of crowds. I don't get nervous when I talk on the phone or radio for interviews, anymore. Other than, thinking, don't move too much, remember not to wear noisy jewelry.
Okay, logically I know she means she shouldn’t wear jewelry that clacks or jingles, as that would ruin the sound on any recording device. But I’m personally picturing her standing at her dresser and wondering if she should wear her Flava-Flav brand alarm clock necklace.
Try not to say anything that you don't want repeated.
Um. Really? This is a valid concern for her? She doesn’t want to put anything potentially embarrassing out there for the world to whisper about while theystalk her at Ren faires see her passing in the street? *glances at the whole of her personal-information-spewing blog* Uh. Okay, LKH.
Which, the longer you are on the road the harder it gets to not open mouth and insert foot.
First her books are craving blood and now her mouth is craving feet. Those would be the weirdest. Pregnancy cravings. Ever.
I have a lot of sympathy for the presidential hopefuls right now.
I’m sure they’re thrilled to hear it! You know Hilary was holding back her full campaign until she got sympathy from Hamilton.
They must have had thousands of interviews by now. You'd think you get better at it, and you do…
So my thinking is right! Thus, the rest of this sentence is moot. *deletes*
You begin to answer on automatic, and sometimes automatic breaks down…
Halp! The automatic broke! Now she’s stuck with the manual! And I think we can all attest from hearing about the Foose ad nauseum that Hamilton cannot work a manual.
Being on the road is one of the most exhausting things I've ever done…
Doesn’t she say this sort of thing every blog? Isn’t everything she does exhausting? I don’t really see how, since… she doesn’t really do much. I mean, she’s got a “Chief of Domestic Operations” for monkey’s sake. She can’t possibly be –that- exhausted every damn day. And on the road, she’s likely in hotels, where she’s extra not cleaning up after herself, or likely even making her own food. Jon probably wipes her butt for her after she poops rainbows.
It's almost like we throw them in this media meat grinder and the person who comes out the best, wins. Does it really get us the best president? I don't know, but it certainly shows who has stamina.
*squints* Somewhere in here is a joke about all of Merrita’s men having unlimited stamina in the bedroom, but it’s well buried beneath a screaming, writhing, glowing-like-a-swallowed-moon, tight-in-low-places pile of technicolor bodies. Not even with a hazmat suit would I dive in after it.
See, I already feel better. It could be so much worse. I could be running for president.
O.O I agree. That would be much worse…
Please forgive any typos. I'm rushing to finish this before I have to finish my work... here at work. *ninjas back to doing what she's being paid to do*
Blood Noir comes out Tuesday. Like in, tomorrow. Aaah! I can't work on Merry.
Luckily you’ve created a myriad of shiny, rainbow-colored men to do just that!
I can't really work on anything. Thank God, we put the last bit of the comic of Guilty Pleasures to bed last week. I am so not going to finish Swallowing Darkness before tomorrow.
Hmm. Do I go for the obvious blow job joke? No. I think I can do better. Well, Laurell, of course you won’t finish swallowing darkness! There’s a lot of darkness out there in the world and, even though you’re the self-proclaimed Queen of
I'm afraid my nerves are making me make bad decisions for the book…
Wait, now nerves are to be blamed? I thought it was that you decided you wanted to be contrary to what the haters say? No wait, maybe it was because you didn’t want to put more violence into the world, when you can put love out there instead. Or was it your dyslexia? Gosh, I just can’t remember which
That blood bath at the end seems like a good idea, and I can't tell if it's the book talking, or my stage fright.
It’s the book! The book wants blood! The book craves blood! “Feed me!” the book cries. “I demand a feast of long hair and ample manbits! Kill them all!” The book is channeling us, Lashers!
Is it stage fright? I don't get nervous in front of crowds. I don't get nervous when I talk on the phone or radio for interviews, anymore. Other than, thinking, don't move too much, remember not to wear noisy jewelry.
Okay, logically I know she means she shouldn’t wear jewelry that clacks or jingles, as that would ruin the sound on any recording device. But I’m personally picturing her standing at her dresser and wondering if she should wear her Flava-Flav brand alarm clock necklace.
Try not to say anything that you don't want repeated.
Um. Really? This is a valid concern for her? She doesn’t want to put anything potentially embarrassing out there for the world to whisper about while they
Which, the longer you are on the road the harder it gets to not open mouth and insert foot.
First her books are craving blood and now her mouth is craving feet. Those would be the weirdest. Pregnancy cravings. Ever.
I have a lot of sympathy for the presidential hopefuls right now.
I’m sure they’re thrilled to hear it! You know Hilary was holding back her full campaign until she got sympathy from Hamilton.
They must have had thousands of interviews by now. You'd think you get better at it, and you do…
So my thinking is right! Thus, the rest of this sentence is moot. *deletes*
You begin to answer on automatic, and sometimes automatic breaks down…
Halp! The automatic broke! Now she’s stuck with the manual! And I think we can all attest from hearing about the Foose ad nauseum that Hamilton cannot work a manual.
Being on the road is one of the most exhausting things I've ever done…
Doesn’t she say this sort of thing every blog? Isn’t everything she does exhausting? I don’t really see how, since… she doesn’t really do much. I mean, she’s got a “Chief of Domestic Operations” for monkey’s sake. She can’t possibly be –that- exhausted every damn day. And on the road, she’s likely in hotels, where she’s extra not cleaning up after herself, or likely even making her own food. Jon probably wipes her butt for her after she poops rainbows.
It's almost like we throw them in this media meat grinder and the person who comes out the best, wins. Does it really get us the best president? I don't know, but it certainly shows who has stamina.
*squints* Somewhere in here is a joke about all of Merrita’s men having unlimited stamina in the bedroom, but it’s well buried beneath a screaming, writhing, glowing-like-a-swallowed-moon, tight-in-low-places pile of technicolor bodies. Not even with a hazmat suit would I dive in after it.
See, I already feel better. It could be so much worse. I could be running for president.
O.O I agree. That would be much worse…
Please forgive any typos. I'm rushing to finish this before I have to finish my work... here at work. *ninjas back to doing what she's being paid to do*
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