Love is behavior

I want to write something about Children of the Secret, but I think I'll refrain, both because if feels kind of shallow for me to do so, and because someone always seems to want to argue with me when I post serious things, and I need to get my oil changed today and don't need to be in a misanthropic rage.

So in happy fluffy blogland news, a rejection today from Baen's. (And he apologizes for the wait--oh honey, three and a half months is far from the worst response time around here.) This leaves me with a seven thousand word vampire story. Seven thousand words, with vampires. That sound you here is editors everywhere scurrying under their desks to hide.

Bookkeeping

( 2007 so far )

13. The Maltese Falcon - Dashiell Hammett

Guh. I can has a stylistic envy now? I can only dream of having the chops to pull off that objective pov.

Also, my geekdom is again made clear. Because in spite of my deep burning love for all things gritty and hard-boiled, where exactly did I fall in love with Sam Spade?

"I missed her too," he replied, "but she had been there."

"On the La Paloma?"

"The La is a lousy combination," he said.

However, comma, I don't care how sexy your pov is, or how much your protag fights redundant articles, please do not ever have a fat character named Gutman. Really.