Thanks Liz. I finished my quota for the day and enjoyed the comments all around. Only scary thing from the trip home: I was walking west on Monument, minding my own business on the sidewalk, contemplating the night when I was startled by a dog, sounded big, barking at me. It was a police dog hanging out the back window of a sqad car headed east. I must look like a drug courier or some other suspicious character. Maybe a jewel thief ...

Writers on Writing, graciously hosted by Liz Tascio

(photos)

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(soundtrack)

"Counting Crows' "August and Everything After," Portishead's title album and Soul Coughing's "Ruby Vroom" -- except for the song about the plane being driven into the Chrysler Building

(quotes)

Tyler: I just spent a few hundred words describing how my character gets a rake out of a shed.
Karen: What color is the rake?

Karen: Relevance, what is that? So many sidetracked little jaunts. It'll be funny.

Matt: Like I'm looking at this and this is not a complete sentence, there are a lot of fragments.

Tyler: (on his characters) God, this is boring.
Liz: Age them!

Matt: We're not writing critiques of the novel, we're writing the novel.

Liz: It does seem like a lot of effort to put into it for nothing. I'm totally obsessed with word count. Nothing else matters!

Tyler: Is "exasperatingly" a word?
George: *nods head vigorously*
Liz: I think you should break it up ...
Tyler: (writes) ... "In an exasperating manner."