So*, Fahim, in his infinite laziness, asked me to post about something here. I'm tired and haven't woken up yet and my head hurts, but he insists on torturing me by talking really loudly and fast, way faster than my brain can take in. And he whines. Incessentaly. And nags.
What is he whining and nagging about today? He wants me to post a link to his serialized novel. It's called Honest, the Dog Ate Your Martian, or, urm, wait... Anyway, he's posting it to a blog because it needs a lot of editing and no one's biting as far as publishing goes anyway, and he wants a bit of an idea what normal people who, like, read, think of it. But I guess that's a bit of an oxymoron...
Anyway, he wants opinions. He wants readers. So, if you dare, check it out...
Okay, he's now talking in his whiny high pitched voice about how it doesn't need editing, it needs a rewrite, and they're not the same thing at all, dammit!
And now that I've written this, he's started nagging about breakfast... Talk about attention deficit disorder...
Posted by Tatiana (Member # 6776) on :
<loves quid's and fahim's home life>
Posted by ketchupqueen (Member # 6877) on :
I can't read this right now. I am apparently in a giggly mood and just spit water on my keyboard...
Posted by quidscribis (Member # 5124) on :
*giggles* You know he works from home, right? So the only time we're ever apart is either when a. I'm at church b. he's at mosque or c. one of us on the rare opportunity goes out without the other, which is almost never. So we're in each other's face pretty close to 24/7/365.
How is it that we haven't killed each other yet? *giggles*
It's too early for me. I woke up five minutes ago with a full bladder. It's not even 6 am...
Posted by Flaming Toad on a Stick (Member # 9302) on :
That novel was cool beans.
Posted by quidscribis (Member # 5124) on :
Hey! You read it? Cool! He's adding a new scene every week, so it'll take, like, half a year or so before the entire thing is up, so if you like it, keep reading.