I’m working on rewrites of The Man Who Saved Two Notch, and I have to say I am pleased with the story after the first read. That’s not the norm for me. The last time it happened was after The Takers, and even then it was only about 75% pleased. I’m hovering around the 90% mark on this one. I’ll divulge more about the plotline at a later date, but on a completely separate note, here’s a video of a very guilty dog. My theory is that the cat set him up.
In seventh grade, I was walking home from the bus stop and a high school girl stuck her head out of her bedroom window and yelled, “Hey, fat ass!” When I turned and looked at her she said, “Oops, sorry! I thought you were somone else.”
Apparently, I was the wrong fat ass.
Short arms and small brains kept this guy from becoming an astronaut.
“The dinosaurs died out because they were too stupid to build an adequate spacefaring civilization.” – Tihamer Toth Fejel, Lifeboat Foundation
In the dinosaurs defense, their arms were really short, so they couldn’t really build anything.
A woman posing seductively with a snake received a painful bite on one of her augmented breasts from said snake, striking a blow to the purveyors of silicone breasts and bad taste everywhere. But the story does not end there. It seems the snake has paid dearly for its penchant for fake boobery. The serpent has died of silicone poisoning. So the question arises, does this make the score even between woman-kind and snakes?
Here’s a video of the snakes enhanced bite!
This story comes from The Sun.
Well, day one into the rewriting process, and I’ve already made one major rewrite. The title has changed, and I’m pretty confident this is the permanent title. Previously, I titled the book Saving Two Notch. I thought it was okay, but it didn’t really speak to me.
As I reached the end of the first draft, a new title suddenly came to me. The new book is now called The Man Who Saved Two Notch. Here’s the mock cover. What do you think?
When the world ends, the lawless old West will rise again!
“A book itself threatens to kill its author repeatedly during its composition.” – Michael Chabon
Maybe I should wear a scarf in my next author photo.