You're Going To Blow His Socks Off!

Okay. Look, Why Don't You Take Care Of The Half A Million Things You've Been Letting Dangle In Roarke's Empire Of Everything?" "catchy Title. I May Use It One Day.

I Want You To Take Note, Commander, That Turning In My Badge Would Be Like Cutting Off My Arm. But If It Comes Down To A Choice Between The Job And My Marriage, Then I Lose The Arm.

He Blinked, Then Roared With Laughter. "eve Dallas, Vampire Slayer. One For The Books." ~eternity In Death

Eve-"in The Name Of All That Is Holy...it's 2060, Not 1760. Can't They Figure Out A Better Way To Handle This Process?" Roarke-"amen

I Generally Write A First Draft That's Pretty Lean. Just Get The Story Down.