tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2396209032943089746.post3141175391684783347..comments2009-04-10T16:56:42.839-07:00Comments on Plaid Lad: The front lines: The Gauntlet: PrologueF_Lockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10587631656081936759noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2396209032943089746.post-70084179641034826752009-01-12T23:49:00.000-08:002009-01-12T23:49:00.000-08:00Heya-- You know me, but not that well, and anonymi...Heya-- You know me, but not that well, and anonyminity lol.<BR/><BR/>Anyway, I hear that you're insecure about your writing.<BR/><BR/>Bollocks. Play your cards right and you have a book deal on your hands, whether you keep it straight-edged or decide to go all Gaiman on this shit. You're good. I'm picky. You're good.<BR/><BR/>I had a job like yours once-- a summer job. It was at an airport. It was a favor to my mother's friend, in warmer climates. Ah, the memories. The best day was September 11th, 2002. I volunteered to work that shift because I knew it'd be slow, and if not then interesting.<BR/><BR/>I shall never forget the moment that blustery hour when there was a sudden "WHUMP-BANG". My third (and last) customer of the day dropped to the floor with her hands over her head, and a moment later-- rumble, rumble, plop-bounce-- a goddamn coconut rolled off the roof and landed harmlessly outside the sliding glass door.<BR/><BR/>I wish I'd had some snappy pina-colada/al qaeda line prepared, but as it was I just sold her a Luna bar and a Mademoiselle magazine and that was it.Agent Berylliumhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05358864485668569532noreply@blogger.com