The bats command you! ... well, they command me. They also send spooky Hallowe'en greetings to all and sundry.
Yesterday I made these vampire cupcakes
. Tasty and bloody good!
Also of note: my friend Eric, compatriot of the writing group Publish or Perish, 5-time NaNoWriMo champion, and former landlord is running a contest on his blog that he calls the Iron Bulwer-Lytton contest
. In the first round, the challenge was to write the terrible first sentence of the awfullest novel we could imagine writing, and to incorporate the words hyperborean, hypocrisy, and hypochondriac into it. Great fun! The first round of entries is here.
I'm pleased to announce that I made the cut into Round 2! Oh frabjous day! Calloo! Callay! I CAN WRITE BAD FICTION WITH THE BEST OF THEM.
So my task tonight is to write a terrible sentence, from somewhere in the MIDDLE of my terrible novel, and to incorporate the following words:
This is going to require a glass of wine, I think, to lubricate my thoughts enough to put those words in their place.
Save a prayer for me now ...
My friend Blair and I went up to the huge, rambling cemetery that overlooks Charleston, or as I put it, we went "offroading in the city of the dead". I know, statuary shots are a dime a dozen, if even worth a dime, but I liked this photo a lot.
Beware the Weeping Angel
If you've seen the Dr. Who episode "Blink", then you know why this statue creeps me out. Creeeeepy.
Don't turn your back, and don't blink.
Welcome to West Virginia!
Thanks again due to Sean Dague & Nick for forwarding this on to me!