April 21st, 2008


Wedding plans update: She sent me a polite apology and thanked me for my sense of humor. It wasn't reprintworthy. I appreciated it, though I'm still sad I didn't get an invitation. Hahaha! Maybe I'll draw them a wedding gift.

Heart of Stone update: I shelved it AGAIN. I realized what I had wasn't working; I know why but I don't feel like fixing it right now. I switched to Deviltar Swale (which I started at Rainforest).

Raccoon update: One sneaked inside the other night, but I've taken to letting the dog come upstairs and sleep under my bed. He woke her up by crunching on some cat food, and she came tearing out, barking her face off. She scared the stripes right off of his tail.

Me update: I'm really busy :P You might have noticed. I've opened for my boss twice (she's sick with a nasty cough) and I've been trying to gather info for my column (which actually requires research this time!).

For now, have a piece of Deviltar Swale:
Toby pretended she was walking slow because she was tired, it was hot, and her arm hurt. She purposely went wide of the dead striker, leading the stumbling chick up behind Pauley and Elijah.

Elijah laughed with inappropriate glee. Pauley shook his head. “Uh-uh, Tuttle. If you can't kill it, I'll do it for you.”

“I can kill it just fine,” Toby snapped, “but it's worth money.”

The men considered it for a moment, but even though Elijah shrugged, Pauley kept shaking his head. If his brain didn't end up cattywampus by the time he stopped, it'd be a miracle. “Tuttle, that thing is a wild goddamn animal. What're you gonna do, tie it to Chewela's saddle?”

Toby looked at it. “It followed me here, it can follow me into town.”

“You're plum crazy, Tuttle. Dogpepper, weigh in here,” Pauley said.

“There's a carnival in Ashby this time of year,” Elijah said, tipping his head east. “We're heading that way anyway.”

Pauley shook his head, smiling a secret smile, and lit up one of his stinky Schenkgan cigarettes. “Hey, I'm not gonna stop you. I'm just telling you it's not gonna last three days.”

Elijah shrugged, giving Toby a once-over, as if he'd never seen her before. He turned back to Pauley and extended a hand, leaning in his saddle to reach the other bounty hunter. “I'll bet you twenty klad, Whipstaff, that Tuttle's stubborn enough to keep that thing as a pet just to spite you, for a week at least.”

“Make it fifty klad and two weeks,” Pauley said, “and you've got a deal.”
I was supposed to be asleep two hours ago. Ciao!