I Hate This Motel
I’m in a motel with internet access that is lousy. Therefore this will be fast.
I emptied the coffee strainer.
We drove for ten hours. Bob said, “We could have made it in nine if we hadn’t stopped to eat and go to the bathroom.”
Bob spent the time I was driving playing with his iPhone Bob loves his iPhone more than he loves me, Milton, and ice cream put together. In three hours, he found more features on it than I’ve found eight months. He’s still bitching about the voice recorder but otherwise, he’s a happy camper.
We have brainstormed like crazy. Bob says we’ve done more in twenty-four hours than we did in six months on Agnes. Which is good because we have to get this book moving.
For those who asked, I am not doing a program with Bob. Bob is solo in Bethlehem. I am going on to see my daughter in her new house. Then I will return on Sunday, slow down so Bob can leap in the car, and spend another ten hours on the road listening to moans about how the iPhone has no voice recorder.
We needed two more evil characters, so Bob added one. A succubus. There are so many places I could go with that, that I’m actually stalled out from the choices. I need to come up with the other evil character soon, or he’ll make her a pizza-delivery hooker.
I told him to blog tonight since HE has internet access in HIS room. Go harass him if he hasn’t. Thank you.
As you wish.
thank you for keeping us in the loop when you have poor internet access and are no doubt exhausted.
warm fuzzy thoughts your way.
also, why in the world a succubus? they get a bad rep. how about the wailing ghost of new mexico? (a woman who walks around caz supposedly she drowned her kiddies, now that’s morbid)
What’s that? Party on Bob’s blog? I’m there!
(Presuming, of course, that he hasn’t put me into The Dark Basement of Blog Moderation, which is a misnomer incidentally since my posts are always the Feast of Reason and the Soul of Moderation.)
Yes, thanks for keeping us up, even when you’re not so much.
Monsters. You need more monsters? How about an elemental? Or a radio talk show “host.” Or a cheerleader for the damned. Oh, that would be the “host.” Which brings up the topic of parasites.
No soul-eating. Then what? Happiness stealing? Creativity squashing? Empathy destroying? All kinds of monsters. Going off now to study the Battle of Hypothermia.
You may be able to stem the tide of whinig over voice recorders. People love to create hacks for iPhones. One is a voice recorder. I haven’t tried it, being still stuck in the pre-iPhone dark ages, but perhaps Bob would like to give it a go?
http://www.tuaw.com/2007/08/05/iphone-voice-recorder-utility/
Since I’m co-chair of Bob’s workshop (the Pocono/Lehigh Romance Writers)tomorrow, I’m adding another session to the workshop: How to use the iPhone.
Jenny, I’m looking forward to your talk at NINC in a couple of weeks. Is the GAM also going to be at the conference? I didn’t see him listed among speakers, but maybe he’s just going to schmooze, soak up the conference atmosphere and test his statement about movement drawing fire.
Okay, the GAM blogged, but we harrassed him anyway, feeling it is always better to err on the side of cushion.
Dearest Merry, I thought it was the Moderation Soul that caused your problem to begin with.
I love my iPhone. If you don’t want one, don’t ever hold one in your hands. Once you do, you’re doomed. But then you get lots of Good Times Ahead so it all works out.
I want an iPhone!!! But I’m locked into non-iPhone cell service Hell for another year, so I thought I’d get an iPod Touch, but they don’t have BlueTooth.
I have a BT car stereo that enables me to answer my phone through the car. Now, instead of having the blue flashing light on an earpiece, I lean towards the dash and talk. So instead of looking like a crazy talking to myself while I’m driving, I look like I’m having a conversation with my Jeep.
And of course, sometimes I do anyway. It keeps the lines of communication open.
I hereby offer myself up as an evil character, if you’re still looking for one.
Pizza delivery hooker. Snort. So, does she have the satisfaction guarantee in 30 minutes or less? Gives new meaning to “hold the pepperoni.”
Sorry.
See, I am an evil character.
Oh, do we get to help choose the next evil character? You still need one more, right? Although it will be hard to top a pizza delivery hooker.
I think a crotchet hooker would be unusual.
Oh wait. Pratchett already did that.
Well, I guess countering with an incubus is too predictible. Do you care if it’s male or female? With the death of Gary Gygax I’m fondly remembering my D&D coloring book (Troubador Press I believe, they were great books) and I have a particularly good image of a Night Hag. Actually, I think I’m in the wrong mythological region.
A Shade?
Okay, how about a demonic washerwoman?
Wring Wraith.
Oh, yes, JulieB–the ghosts of trees slaughtered for stupid magazines:
Shade Trees
ok, i’m gonna have to look at one of your iphones during the Oregon trip. though even if i fall in love i’m not getting one until this phone breaks, which *cross fingers* hopefully won’t be for many, many years. (wishful thinking much?)
LtL: LMAO. Shade Trees. greatness, right there
Madame Dufarge.
Or a garrote knitter http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Garotte