Based on one of Janet's blog posts from August 2005Seven Ways to Make Your Agent Crazy
1.Give your contracts to your son/daughter/neighbor who’s a lawyer “just for a quick glance”. (Janet)
So a law student is OK. Goody. (Book Roast team)
Poo? You want to talk about poo? Waaay TMI! (Book Roast team)
3. Delegate all business discussions to your spouse. (Janet)
This just simply never works. (Janet)
Even if my spouse is a law student? (Book Roast team)
Even if my spouse is a law student? (Book Roast team)
4. Give talks at writers conferences on “how to get published”. (Janet)
What about 'how not to get published'? We think we could all contribute to that one. (Book Roast team)
We at the Book Roast like saying yes to everything, then letting the chips fall where they may. Then, if necessary, setting fire to them to obscure the evidence. (Book Roast team)
6. Badmouth your publisher/agent/editor, and/or the industry in public. (Janet)
Agree. But we do respect the occasional motor mouth. (Book Roast team)
7. Not ask questions when you don’t understand something. (Janet)
But, surely, the more questions you ask, the stupider you look? (Book Roast team)
And the eighth way to make an agent crazy...invite her to Book Roast and don't offer her the whisky. Cheers, Janet!
Janet has been a great supporter of the nascent brilliance that is the Book Roast, dropping her authors in it, sorry dropping in to visit her authors when they are on the grill and helping us in many different ways. We'd like to thank her for everything she has done.
When she's not here, quaffing the water of life with us, Janet can be found at:
The Bar
Query Shark
Competition time...
For a copy of 'Scotland and its Whiskies: the Great Whiskies, the Distilleries and their Landscapes' by Michael Jackson, tell us your funniest whisky-fuelled story. Non-whisky drinkers (sigh) may substitute another liquor. Non-drinkers may disappoint me.
188 comments:
Am I eligible for that book? If so, I win.
greedy bitch
Tell us your story first, oh confident one...
Actually, you're supposed to judge. But if you want to enter, I'll judge it for you!
Watch your language, Snarklips
O.
M.
G.
Shona put this post together, but I just clicked on 'publish.' I panicked for a few minutes until I realized she had the timings set to Aussie land...
:-)
I'm so confused!
If you're going to let just ANYONE come to this roast, I may take my whiskey flask and flounce off! Who is this Miss Snark person??
I realized she had the timings set to Aussie land
AKA The Land Ahead of Time
Miss Snark's language seems to have deteriorated since her glory days.
Don't worry about her. She's only a gin drinker.
Some people think you are me!
Talk about cluefree!!!
Who's keeping KY awake?
Oh, I miss the Yapster.
:-)
Who, me? Well, it's a compliment, but...
LMAO! Somehow Miss Snark must have misheard whiskey as Gin Pail. hee hee.
I don't have a, ahem, story but let's just say that, uh, I'm never never never never going to drink Bacardi 151 again...ever. In fact, I'm pretty sure it's not meant to be imbibed...it's meant to be used for paint removal.
'Scotland and its Whiskies: the Great Whiskies, the Distilleries and their Landscapes' by Michael Jackson.
Uh, Michael Jackson wrote a book about booze? Thought for sure he'd write "How to pick the perfect plastic surgeon to butcher your face" or "How to molest kids and get away with it."
Are we limited to the number of drinking stories we can enter?
Precie, no details, no prize
Yup. Michael Jackson. Do I need to spell out that it's not the same one? He's a famous booze critic in the UK. Now there's a job.
Are we limited to the number of drinking stories we can enter?
Not if they're funny.
Sigh. I sure wish Miss Snark would come out of retirement. Even if only for brief annual pronouncements of snarkalicious publishing brilliance.
Well, since you all appear to be whiskey swillers, I'm taking my gin pail and tottering off.
Where is KY? Oh drat, he's lying on the sofa hoping Moonrat is coming back.
Ungrateful beast.
Miss Snark is a gin drenched curmudgeon. You're lucky she hasn't caught on fire.
Oh wait...she has.
Which gets you drunk faster-gin or whiskey?
Where is KY? Oh drat, he's lying on the sofa hoping Moonrat is coming back.
For conversation, or as a snack?
I heard that!
Neato! I can see this one will be quite fun! Ms Snark and Janet verus the world of goofy eartlings. I'll be tuning in for sure...but alas, or is that My ass is tired. something like that. And the beer on my keyboard is now crusting..I must go wash it, wonder if the shower will work, me husband and the keyboard, I'll let you know what works by morning. Night you strange folks :)
You and your cat in a tinfoil cat calling others strange.. umm husband said that not me.
Which gets you drunk faster-gin or whiskey?
I find a 50/50 mix works best.
Thank dog she's gone. Now we can have civilized conversations about why you really don't need an SASE.
why you really don't need an SASE.
Because you've submitted electronically?
No SASE!
And I'm halfway through chapter twelve on the merits of vanity stamps.
@josephine damian: I think you can submit as many drinking stories as you can remember.
For me that will be exactly zero
I was going to go to bed in an hour, but looks like I'll pass out with the laptop in my bed.
Because...if the agent is interested, s/he'll get in touch with you via faster methods than SASE. And if the agent isn't interested, well, that's what the recycling bin is for.
rats...why can't I edit my post..should say cat in a tinfoil HAT..see I am pooped. CYA in the morning humans
@chris eldin: I love vanity stamps. I want bunches. Ones that say Queen of the Known Universe!
If an agent doesn't want you badly enough to spring for a stamp, she doesn't deserve you. It's like a test.
@chris eldin, you better rest up, the world is coming to b'more very very sooon!
Can we submit other people's drinking stories? ;)
@EE, yea, SASEs are like a test...an intelligence test.
Ooh, do we get to watch Janet and EE go at it?
Um, that didn't sound quite right. I'd better get more whiskey.
@precie, only if they involve me.
So easy, and yet so easy to fail.
EE is just embarrassed about that 1995 incident in Tupelo.
and I want my $30 back.
An agent in stillettos walks into a bar...
@precie, you're thinking of that other agent who was here. The gin swilling sot in stilletos. Me, I wear shoes that make for easy landing when my broom hits turbulence.
All right already. It's worth about $1.25 by now.
$1.25?? No wonder we have royalty statement auditors for publisers!! Sheesh!
Tupelo, MS, 1994. A man. A woman. A bar. And a lemur. I'll never forget it.
It's worth about $1.25 by now.
Oh, I didn't realise we were in Canadian dollars...
EE's Shorts are worth about $30. Perhaps he'll send some over your way?
(just trying to be an arbiter here)
:-)
It wasn't a lemur. It was a kinkajou.
You dressed in blue. I wore my tux.
@chris eldin: thank you for your query. I'm sorry it does not fit our needs at this time (or ever). I'm returning the (shorts) material in your SASE. Please eliminate my name address and perhaps entire zip code from your query list for items in this category.
That was a tux? It was a powder blue leisure suit!
Ah yes, I remember it well.
So does Mr. Blackwell.
AHAHAHAHAHAHAH!
Now I'm getting rejected for someone else's work. That's rich.
ROTFLMAO!
:-)
just trying to be an arbiter here
Oh, let's just watch 'em go. I've got a special spray for getting blood out of tablecloths. Gee, knew I should have put out the plastic one, today of all days.
Blackwell! That bastard. I make his list no matter what I wear. He has it in for me,
Shona,
If EE and Janet tell a drinking story together, do they each win a book?
:-)
@chris eldin, heck we'll reject you for work you've sold and published if we can. We just live to do that.
EE, he's just jealous of your laser eyeballs.
If EE and Janet tell a drinking story together, do they each win a book?
It better be darn funny. Remember I'm Scottish. We have shallow pockets.
I'm publishing Chris's opening tomorrow. With any luck, my minions will ream it.
I'm not sure any of my drinking stories are actually funny. I really only drink for serious medicinal purposes. The fact that there are seven bottles of whisky in my office at this very moment simply indicates a very tough cold and flu season is expected.
You have minions?
I want minions!
Ok, but then what explains the vodka hiding behind the whiskey?
EE's minions are bloodthirsty too...he's trained them well.
precie, ummm....
oh wait! I know!
The asssssistant!
That's her Rx for ..ah...back problems!
I never drink to forget. Or at least I can't recall having done so.
All you have to say is, "Michael Jacson" and it's instantly funny.
Scotch is my drink. I likes it neat.
Did you know there is a Single Malt Scotch distilled in Nova Scotia? I believe it's the only one outside of Scotland.
Let's put it this way: I'm not an alcoholic, not in my opinion, and not in the opinion of the two truck drivers who deliver my weekly shipment of St. Pauli Girl.
Oh it's beer beer beer,
That makes me want to cheer,
In the halls, in the halls...
I have a bottle of whiskey that has a label designed by the amazingly talented Bill Cameron.
O.
M.
G.
(Love those vertical letters for emphasis!)
Janet, a challenge. (Perhaps not for the faint of heart). A whup-ass rejection letter. Can you do it? Generic one to fit all genres...
Miss Snark: Wednesday's roaster, former agent Dennis Cass, said I had a searing "Hot Truth Beam" when it came to dealing w/"noobs" aka clueless nit wits.
My reputation as the heir to the Snark throne grows with each passing day.
Janet: The writer in me always observed the drunk I was and took notes lest I miss out on all that grist for the mill I provided for myself.
Chris: Tomorrow (I hope) my new laptop arrives. I'll have wifi capability and plan to get a high speed wireless service (unless I can tap into a neighbor's wifi for free). Yup, my days in dial-up hell are almost over. Woot!
I have a kazoo he once owned.
All purpose rejection letter:
No.
"No" as in you can't write a whup-ass rejection letter?
EE, perhaps you can.
EE: Oh, Chris will be so happy (NOT!) you let me know her opener will be posted on your blog tomorrow.
I'm already warming up my Hot Truth Beam.
I think I only have one drinking story, and it didn't involve whiskey. When I first met my husband I attended a Halloween party on a work night, dressed as Robin Hood. I sipped ale from my grandfather's pewter curling mug, keeping the drinking to a minimum.
Everything fell to pieces when my brother won first prize for being an Esso sign. He opened the prize, a bottle of champagne, and offered me some.
Well, after that champagne, I was a goner. I think I crawled into the back of a station wagon to get home, went to bed, got up about twenty times to say goodnight to everybody.
Next morning I had to report to work and the trip was 1.5 hours by bus and subway.
On the bus, a Salvation Army lady smiled at me from across the aisle in a knowing way.
I couldn't help thinking, "She knows. She goddamn knows."
I spent the day at work with my head on the desk in the back room.
Never mix beer and champagne.
My reputation as the heir to the Snark throne grows with each passing day.
KY is the heir.
:-)
EE, I'm not sure that's a kazoo.
I think it's umm...this
hang on --phone call
She knows what?
Yay, Chumplet! An actual story.
In fairness, the only part of that label that I designed was the lettering of the name of the scotch itself.
And, Chumplet, I just read something about the single malt scotches of Japan. Some are world renowned.
sheesh - this is like a tennis match, except I keep scrolling down for the back and forth barbs.
Give me more please!
She knows I drank my face off.
I don't recommend wine and whisky either. Particularly alternated. You might find yourself in a bizarre situation where other girls invite you to go into the bathroom and watch them wee. I said no, so I'd obviously stopped the combo just in time. My head disagreed the next morning, though.
As in, it hurt.
I have a drinking story. On the day of my wedding, my husband and his brother, the best man, got rip roaring drunk taking shots of anything out of a bottle right before our wedding vows. He swayed back and forth in front of the minister and belched lightly between I and Do. This is a true story. I have pictures of his maroon colored face in our wedding pictures.
Yo should have said I do NOT right then.
This is going to be one of those threads where you're always ten comments behind, isn't it?
I once bought a W.E.B. Griffin novel and slightly used hammer from a homeless Army vet outside a 7-11 after an all night bender. It wasn't really whiskey-fueled, since the whiskey had worn off by then. And I guess it's not that funny, except maybe the hammer part. Plus, I think I'm technically ineligible.
Aw EE - but he was so cute swaying like a drunken sailor! And you have to understand how much mileage I have gotten for his misconduct!
Janet: You DO have minions. It's called Twitter.
Drinking stories, hmmm? Well, there's the time I decided to try Southern Comfort and start smoking on the same night...
No, you really don't want to hear that one.
A friend of mine told me that when he was 14, his parents were away so he went into their liquor cabinet. Had a big cup, and poured a little from every bottle so his parents wouldn't notice anything missing.
Then later went to a school dance, where he passed out in the coat room and puked over the pile of coats on the floor.
Bloggy! you can do better than that! Give us a true funny drunken mess of a story! WE all know you have one!
One of the many drunken and debauchery filled publishing parties I attended featured an editor swaying wildly, holding a martini glass, saying "I just don't want to buy anything for less than a quarter million anymore."
Every agent there had a brief orgasmic moment upon hearing this.
I sold him his next book.
ahhh.......
Susan, I'm guessing that was a story in technicolor.
Shona:
It may have been colorful, but it wasn't pretty.
@susan adrian...you're not my minion!! You're my client!!!! Holy crow, you're my secret stash of retirement cash babbeeeeeee!!!
Ah that reminds me of a nother story of Da Man. He was in a frat - so you know he was a true drunkard. One night his roommate was trying to get it on with some company when he heard a very loud snoring coming from his closet. He walks over and opens his closet door. Turns out it is Da Man passed out standing and being held upright by all the clothes, snoring in a drunken stupor. To this day no one knows what he was doing in there.
Janet:
Oh. Clients can't be minions?
{checking contract, muttering}
I thought that was a clause in here somewhere...
One of my gentleman callers was in a frat. They ran low on money, and took a vote about whether to buy food or beer.
I looked at him quizzically and asked "what did you choose?"
He looked at me pityingly and said "beer, of course"
@susan. No, the no-minion clause is under the clause that says you have to build a shrine to me in your living room when I sell your book. We call it the TravisChase clause.
Janet's clients are mignons. All the better for grilling at the Book Roast.
Janet:
I've actually witnessed someone put back food in the checkout line when he didn't have enough cash for food AND beer.
Lawsy, I'm calling it a night.
Shona, You have your hands full.
:-)
Drat. I missed the shrine clause too!
All I see is 3.1.2b, about providing you with Scotch. What is that language again? "Copious quantities"?
KY is the heir.
The heir of the dog that bit me!
Better KY than Palin.
My first drunk was on some stuff a friend mixed up called Torpedo Juice. Age 12. My friend had a kindly older brother who held my head out of the toilet while I barfed so I wouldn't drown.
Shona, no no, they grill ME! I slather them with praise!
Lawsy, I'm calling it a night.
I'm calling it abandonment.
Sleep tight. See you tomorrow in about four threads' time.
@susan, well, you better get on that shrine thing. I'm heading out west in October. You don't want to be found wanting!!!
I slather them with praise!
And none of them wonder why it looks and smells like barbecue sauce?
Bill, I'm really glad you didn't drown when you were 12. Or ever actually!
The definition of a true friend is a girl who holds your hair back while you puke.
re shrine:
Gack. Like I don't have enough to do. Will empty bottles and octopii work?
I think I need more stuffed animals. I know you love stuffed animals.
{ducking}
Chris is SUCH a wussie! You'd think she had small children to take to school or some thing.
Oh wait.
Thing1 and Thing2 ARE human aren't they?
Man, what a bunch of party-pooping morning people. The night's just begun.
Agent Janet: Is Travis Chase a character in a first novel by a new client, or a client who already has other books in print?
Bill C, are you the baby daddy of Travis Chase?
I had to threaten Miss Tipton with bodily harm about those stuffed animals that kept showing up in my office.
She and Joanna are schemers. No two ways about, they need a damn keeper, both of them.
@JD, please feel free to call me Janet or Your Majesty, Queen of the Known Universe.
Travis Chase is the protagonist in an amazing new novel by Patrick Lee called The Breach.
He sent me a query letter for a novel called The Tide Station and as I read it I just couldn't believe how good it was. I emailed him for more, and then read the entire thing, on screen in about four hours instead of going to work.
You'd limit yourself to the known universe?
Then I called him up and said, please tell me you haven't signed with anyone else.
Well, he hadn't but he did have substantial interest.
And one thing led to another, and I told him I represented Bill Cameron, and he signed with me that minute.
so then I went out on the novel. I had about 10 editors who loved it, but Sarah Durand at Harper REALLY loved it.
Then she called me and said "I'm not offering on Tide Station" and I about cried. Seriously. I was just ready to weep.
Thing1 and Thing2 ARE human aren't they?
I believe Chris sometimes asks herself the same question.
Sarah then said, I want to start with a series, and Tide Station can't be a series. Can he write something else?
I said (in a fit of madness) "sure, he can write anything"
So I sold her a book that no only did not exist, it hadn't even been conceived by the author.
And then I called Patrick.
I said, "I didn't sell Tide Station"
I hear what can only be described as heart failure.
I say "wait"
He manages to hold on long enough to say "what?"
I say, we just sold Harper two books in a series that doesn't exist and then Tide Station for book 3.
I hear what can only be described as the sound of a grown man hitting the floor and bouncing several times.
I say "how fast can you write a novel"
And he says "how fast do you need it"
and I say "soon"
And Patrick Lee, in a fit of what can only be described as superhuman effort delivers a brilliant, fast paced, heart stopping incredible novel that I have read six times now, and love more every time I read it.
He's utterly brilliant, and I"m so proud to be on his team I could just burst.
And that is the long answer to the short question of "who is Travis Chase"
Now I'm REALLY depressed.
and I believe EE is the Queen of the Unknown Universe...sort of like he's an adventurer in the Unknown country.
Isn't that a Star Trek movie?
Oh wait, no it's a poem.
Chumplet:
You're depressed? Whyever?
I don't know if I can ever inspire the joy Janet felt when she signed whats his name -- I mean Travis.
*That* made me laugh.
But Chumplet, there's nothing stopping us from trying!
Chumplet:
Ah.
Well, that's pretty hard to beat. I don't imagine that kind of thing happens to most people.
Good story, though, eh?
The sun will come out tomorrah...
LOL!
Are you saying I sound like Annie?
I probably LOOK like Annie right now. The street-urchin period.
You DO have pupils in your eyes, right?
Oh, crap. I better go check.
My SIL was in Annie for a while. Now nobody in the family can bear to hear any of those songs.
I was Ado Annie in Oklahoma -- the girl who 'can't say no'.
Isn't that officially "cain't"?
Can't say no to beer and champagne.
I have two sisters. I remember my dad (who loved us very much) going around the house singing, "Little girls, little girls..."
I don't remember all of it. Something about straightening curls and waiting till the prohibition of little girls.
Duh... yup.
I guess Janet went to bed, or she's looking for the whiskey bottle that fell behind the desk.
See you in the morning!
I doubt Janet went to bed. She usually outlasts me by at least 4 hours, and she's 2 hours ahead of me!
But g'night, Chumplet!
'nighty night Chumplet.
Don't all go to bed. I'm editing a very dull four page document that needs to go down to two pages and y'all are the bright spots in the turgid technical prose.
Drinking story? Have quite a backlog of them.
The first time I got really seriously drunk, I was partying in the woods with some city cops, complete with firearms and lots of bullets. I started with some homemade wine and graduated to a bottle of Seagram’s 7, finishing the night off with someone else’s beer.
I vaguely remember crawling off into the woods to puke my guts out. A friend drove me home and I opened the car door to puke some more on the way – even on the freeway. His fingers in my belt loops kept me from flying out the car.
The next morning, I was stymied by the red bumps that covered my body. My friend came by to take me back to the scene of the disaster so we could get my car and shoot some more bullets. I discovered the answer to my skin’s new look – an ant hill 6 feet long and 3 feet wide with a perfect imprint of my body diagonally across the top. Not a single ant in sight. Poor things probably died of alcohol poisoning.
Shona:
I'll be around for another hour or so...waiting for SO's plane to come in.
But need others to chat nonsensically with. :)
Susan, yup, I can do that!
Sarah, hi and owie.
That poem is driving me crazy.
I can't find it.
And I really should be reading this manuscript.
Buncha wussy girls going to bed. You'd think they had like jobs or something.
Poem? I don't remember what the bit was about a poem.
Owie
I suppose. It was a very long time ago. Don't remember that part.
How's it going, Shona? Been a fun discussion so far.
Janet:
This one?
https://tspace.library.utoronto.ca/html/1807/4350/poem3024.html
poem was the one that used "undiscovered country." I thought it was one that had been used in the subway's Poetry in Motion campaign, but I couldn't find it.
Oh, yes, Sarah. Very lively. Especially when EE and Janet were reminiscing about Tupelo.
@SA, nope not that. I have this image of something akin to "coming round back to ourselves, the undiscovered country" but that just isn't the right phrase and I can't figure it out enough to find it.
Found this one
"The undiscovered country" is from Shakespeare, isn't it?
Sarah, nope not that one either, but these are some interesting poems!
Yea it's from Hamlet, but I don't think the poem is Hamlet
Hamlet
Google lists:
- The Undiscovered Country: Poetry in the Age of Tin - by William Logan - 382 pages
- The Undiscovered Country - by William Dean Howells - 419 pages
- The Undiscovered Country: Exploring the ... - by Eknath Easwaran - 144 pages
Janet - that's better than this Hamlet
Four pages down to three, and still slashing, sorry, editing.
Hi Dave!
@Dave, yea I looked at all those. I've got just enough of it wrong that the search engines aren't turning it up.
I'm destined to be driven bonkers by this till the middle of the night when the metaphorical bulb will go on, and I wake up shouting the quote.
Janet: Interesting story in itself how Travis Chase (who is not involved w/admissions at Pepperdine U. as I first thought) came into being, and how the pantsless Bill C. was a deciding factor for Patrick.
Seems to me the biz is all about series these days. And yet I see so many series writers on the 2- (and now 3) book a year treadmill, under pressure to come up fresh ideas, and crying over their bad reviews because they're "phoning in" their series plots, coasting on their brand.
It seems publishers all want series, but series can be a ghetto for an author, a ghetto that's hard to escape from. It's seems series benefit the publishers, but ultimately, long term, not the writer.
It seems when writers try to escape from series hell by writing a stand-alone, by changing up their brand, the publisher bitch-slaps them back into submission.
Agree or disagree?
*happy Shakespeare sigh*
And it's Hamlet's great soliloquy "To be or not to be"
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
The Bard in Space
Josephine:
The "phoning in" and "coasting" bits bother me--because I think that's hardly ever true.
Shannon Hale has a really good post about this over at her blog. Let's see if I can succeed at linkage.
Shannon's comments
Marketing studies show people want to buy books they like (ok, that sounds stupid but think about it).
If a reader likes a character/s they want to read more about him/her/them. Thus the attraction of a series.
If publishers know people want to buy something, of course they want to offer it to them.
Publishing is hard enough without purposely NOT selling people things they want.
If the author is tired of it, there's no accounting line item for "author fatigue"
And I'm really hard pressed to see how a series that sells books is BAD for an author.
Honestly, there are a whole lot of people who make ZERO money at writing that "oh I'm bored writing a successful series" holds very little sway with me.
On the other hand, my income is totally dependent on the author selling well so I may be part of the problem.
There's so muc poetry that isn't online except by the title of the book. Most poetry is still under copright.
Longfellow
Has 'undiscovered land' not country.
Sarah, nope, not that one either.
I think I have undiscovered wrong. I think it also has something like "return to where we started, only to find ourselves, the undiscovered country"...something like that.
Argh.
Janet: I see a lot of series authors who are blogging talk about the pressure to come up fresh ideas for a series (and sometimes cracking under that pressure), I see them complain about diminishing sales and bad reviews (which they cite as the cause for the low sales).
I've pretty much stopped reading series because the earlier books are usually so much better than the later books in the series.
But obviously, I'm not the typical reader.
I figure you'll remember after the chance to tell us is lost forever.
;-)
WOW. That was a lot to catch up on.
Janet, you're awesome. Can you and EE have babies together? Or has there not been enough alcohol in this thread yet?
@JD, there are lots of pressures on an author at various stages of their careers. First to get published, then to stay published.
I understand how hard it is to be fresh and new again and again, but that's their challenge at this point in their career. No one is saying "you gotta." The servitude is voluntary, not indentured.
And no one is talking about quality. It's sales numbers.
There's zero motivatatiton for a publisher agent or editor to say "this sucks" if you know the author is going to sell gazillions.
They don't pay us based on reviews in the Times. They pay us based on the best seller list in the Times.
@Kiersten, only if EE is willing to not only bear them but raise them. I'm not licensed for interaction with young and impressionable minds.
Even my asssistant is a full grown reptile.
OK penpals, I'm shutting down this thread 'cos it's got so darn long. Please move to the new one I've just opened for you.
Also, I will shortly have to leave my Roast Post to pick up soccer babes from school and in accordance with our whimsical No Unsupervised Roasting policy comment moderation will be going on in about five or ten minutes, sniff, sniff. Say your farewells...
I wouldn't be surprised if EE could do that. He seems endlessly versatile.
I'll talk to him and get back to you.
OR--alternatively, I could be the surrogate. I'm good at popping out babies.
My husband might not like that so much, though.
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