Saturday, April 09, 2005

yea verily, I am evil

Just got back from writer's meeting. It's a good day when they threaten to vivisection me if I don't write more, and quickly.

Of course, it is rather cruel to to stop a story halfway through with the last line being:
Trace grabbed the conductor and flung him into the lower berth alongside Brother Clark, just as there was an awful, screaming, squalling roar that started at the front of the train and progressed backward, shuddering through the car as if the tracks themselves were shaking off their burden.

Jan wrote underneath, For something like this, a person's eternal soul could be in danger!

Heh heh.


Anonymous said...

Be there any truth in Jan's comment, then all those folks who participated in Saturday matinee serial cliffhangers are a-roastin' and a-toastin' in some unpleasant corner of the Great Beyond. The same goes for those who put on the fifteen minute afternoon radio programs of the '30's and the '40's.

I don't believe it, not for a nanosecond; nay, not even for a picosecond.

Vivisection!!! They would be killing the Golden Goose!!!


Holly said...

>Vivisection!!! They would be killing the Golden Goose!!!

Luckily for me, they realized this. They let me go only so I could write more.... and bring more coffee cake.