You’re all filthy, because of course, I meant writing.
Carrie (the other person who writes on this blog, obviously, do try to keep up) and I were discussing the AbsoluteWrite Writer’s Retreat that’s happening next year, and what we’re actually going to write during the whole stay.
I made the comment that the thing about writer’s retreats is, it’s the only place where two people can come out of a darkened room looking messy and exhausted and very happy and people whoop and cheer and catcall…because they assumed they finished a book.
Carrie, who is wiser than I, pointed out that it’s much more likely that they would believe it was sex, pure sex, regardless of if we brought out three hundred pages of manuscript and were stained with ink. She’s right, of course.
TSUKI: Whoa! The bare-backed tango!
PETE: The what…?
RLLGTHUNDER: You got it on!
CARRIE: Yeah! On paper! Finally!
SPOOKY: Neat! How did it feel!
PETE: Great! It was like a big release! It was good to finally get it out!
HAGGIS: You dog! You DOG! Way to go!
CARRIE: It was longer than I expected!
PETE: Me too!
PETE: But we got it where it needed to go, in the end!
HAGGIS: That tends to happen!
CARRIE: Now we just gotta figure out who else wants it.
HAGGIS: Um. Er. Um. What?
CARRIE: Silly. We can’t keep it all to ourselves. It’s too good for that.
PETE: I know! Now we just have to find a publisher!
THE RETURN OF DEAD SILENCE.
SPOOKY: Well, I mean, Hugh Hefner might know some…
PETE: Yeah! They put out a magazine after all!
THE SON OF DEAD SILENCE.
TSUKI: That magazine is hot!
DEAD SILENCE AND LAUREL & HARDY MEET THE WOLFMAN
PETE: So anyway, who wants to get their hands on it first! You guys got first crack!
CARRIE: I’m just glad to be done writing!
DEAD SILENCE IN 3-D