Gale Martin has been doing great with her novel. Her manuscript is now up to 71 pages. A few people have wondered how you get into the cheering squad. Well, there is no rules or snooty cheerleaders pointing their fingers and noses at new candidates. All I need is a Go Gem! in my comment section and you're in. I either email, or post some type of kudos for Gale on behalf of the whole squad every Monday. So anyone who wants to join in and light a little fire under Gale's black satin undies and white short clad derriere just Holl'r Go Gale!
Those of you who do frequent Gale's Blog, are probably very familiar with the quirky comments that I do leave on most of her posts like the following:
Gale Responded with:
Phheewwwww! I almost put out an amber alert out for Gem.
Extra! Extra! The Underwood kidnapped Gem
I've always had the visual of an author sitting at a polished mahogany desk in front of a manual Underwood typewriter with a sticky 'e' key. To the right is large, neatly placed pile of fresh white paper and a smaller stack of double spaced written pages placed face down to the left of the typewriter. Beside the desk, an overflowing black wire waste basket full of crumpled white pages with a few crumpled pages lying about the basket. I know it's a stereotype, but it still is a good visual.
Besides, those old Underwoods were evil, even possessed. Sitting there glaring at it's operator smiling it's steel toothy smile like that of the ivory filter teeth of a sperm whale ready to suck its operator in as if he were mere plankton. Banging out its gunshot bang at every key press as if it's announcing I-'-m---g-o-n-n-a---g-e-t---y-o-u-!
How can you tell I learned to type on an Underwood? Evil, evil things they are.
Funny--now my computeeer's eeeeee keey is sticking
An Amber alert? Frank you are too funny. I love your anthropomorphic Underwood. Where's your novel, Frank? You should be banging one out, too, since your creative juices are flowing like water over Niagara Falls. (Okay the Canadian side of the falls.) Thanks for checking up on me. You and Linda are too good to me.So, what's the President of the Cheering Squad supposed to do but accept the challenge.
I won't be writing a novel, but I am making an honest attempt at a short story called "The Possession of Joshua Banks," and I'm adding to it every day. I'm not a writer, so this adventure should prove interesting. Editing it is as I go is going to be the fun part. I started a new blog called Shortness of Breath and Prose, where I am posting the story as I write it. I have also posted other original short stories on that blog. So, please check it out when you can.
Okay, it's a meme too. But it's a short and fun one to let your creative juices out and poke fun at your favorite [blank] thing.
Rules are simply fill in the [blank] in "Foxxfyrre's: Things you shouldn't say around [Blank]", and write at least eight phrases you shouldn't say around your [blank]. To make it intersting, when you tag someone, go to their memes and add a phrase using their [blank] topic. Send your list of 5 tags back to the person that tagged you so they can follow and play with their [blank] topics also.
Things you shouldn't say around Zombies!
- Do you want to keep and eye on the kids.
- Lend me a hand.
- That stain just needs a little elbow grease.
- You'll stick your nose anywhere won't you.
- It's just a hang nail.
- How about a little tongue?
- What? Cat got your tongue.
- He puts his best foot forward.
- She gives great head.
I tag Mimi, Bud Weiser, Lizza, Ian, and Gale (and I know she's busy but)