The book's a go. Manuscript's due at the publishers September 1, 2008.
Now: How do you do one of these things...? I suppose I should go buy some paper, yes, and perhaps some pencils or something...
"It was around Barstow, at the edge of the desert, when the drugs began to take hold..."
What, taken?
Damn.
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Well, that was quick. I think it's *just great*.
Are you going to put secret message into your book for us? Like writing backwards and stuff...
EIDTSUMYELNEHNOD
Have fun! Good luck and keep us posted, Jeddie.
"Call me Ishmael" and "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times" are also out of range.
Try to find a copy of Multi-Mate and type the manuscript. It's just like a Wang!
Wow! Congratulations!! Now, good luck.... Reserve a copy for me!!
Congrats on the book proposal. And kudos for picking what I have always thought was the funniest first line in literary history.
Congrats!
Wow, you've already written quite a bit on the general topic you outlined the other day. Any thoughts on possibly using some of that same material -- fleshing it out a bit more, etc?
Now single up all lines and get to work!
Congratulations! Is it too early to pre-order? :)
And another blogging friend to become a published author! Damn, I wish I knew how to write.
Right on, Neddie! Huzzah!
:)
F yeah, cat - first of many.
Excellent, Ned.
"A screaming Jingo comes across the sky."
"Dog carcass in alley this morning, tire tread on burst stomach. This city is afraid of me. I have seen its true face.
"The streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown."
...have to be a real nerd to get that one...
Just your title, Small Personal Note blows the cover off what must be an enormous boost for you on many levels. Well done, er, ah, well started, "Break a Backspace, Baby."
Ned:
Jolly good.
Soldiers, workers, slaves and farmers
Nurses queens and drones...
Taken.
Simon: You damn well do know how to write.
Let me be 13th to say "Congratulations, Master Ned. Sharpen your inkwell, sir, and get to it!"
Yeh, I know we're not Jim Morrison fans here but you could do a lot worse than "her cunt gripped him like a warm, friendly hand."
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