so there I was, eating fried pickles, when my characters started to talk to me. they have a weird habit of just dropping in on me when I am least expecting it. so I just started writing. before I knew it, I had written 6 pages of the follow up to Primigenio. wow. that was awesome. I love when my characters talk to me. they say great things, do crazy things and sometimes make me laugh. which is nice because it's like I am on radio silence from the publishing world. I haven't heard from super editor about my fight scene and it's driving me nuts. sigh.
i had fried pickles once at yankee stadium. at first i wasn't going to get the because i thought it was gross. then i thought, what the hell? i'll eat almost anything, so i gave it a shot. they weren't bad. i wouldn't get them again, but i'm glad i tried them.
ReplyDeletethe fried pickles in the incident above were not like the ones I like. They were soggy and had no ranch dressing. all southerners love fried things and like to dip them in ranch dressing. They did a King of the Hill about it.
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