I can’t comment anywhere. Apparently blogspot blogs are down for maintenance. Of course the note says they’ll be down from 4-4:30PST. Yeah, it’s noon EST. Something’s a bit off there.

Anyway, April asks “Who’s Writing this Book?”

My answer, sure as hell not me. At least not my conscious mind anyway. Actually that’s not true and reading through my own work I can tell when *I* was actually in control ’cause it sucks.

I was re-reading/editing a story I’m getting ready to sub (the sequel to Tempting Fate) and I actually lost myself in the book. And I was laughing my ass off at something that I don’t even remember writing.

That’s when I know things are going well.

At Writeminded, Steph is looking for a reader but she also commented about how her friends that read her work can’t get past the fact that she wrote a book. Several of them even. (Actually it’s yesterday’s post, but admire Amy’s cover first).

I get the same thing. Apparently there are 3 kind of people in the world. Those that write. Those that “could writing a book if only they had the time” (I refer to those as the people that suck) and the people who absolutely in a million years can’t fathom that someone actually wrote a book.

I can deal with the first kind of people (hell, that’s the only kind I can deal with anymore), the second people I can just hate, but I don’t know how to answer questions for the third kind.

How did you write a whole book? I dunno.

Shannon is right. Word grammar sucks. But still, I leave it on anyway just ’cause I’m a glutton for punishment.

So anybody else have comments on anything that they can’t seem to leave anywhere else?

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