Couldn't even re-print them. They were supposed to be a limited release and I'd already set the machine containing the only files for their manuscript to self-destruct during an episode of the show.
I've gotten flak for that, but it's not like that was somehow related to what happened to the actual books. Not unless you regard it as somehow prophetic (some do), or a purposeful bit (some do), or just setting a precedent in reality for the subsequent tragedy in ink. (No one does this. Not even me.)
"Yeah, I think we're done."
I try not to let the furrow of my brow give away anything about her comment on Strider Romance. She's over here wanting to invoke maternal imagery, but if you really want to dig into that sector, I guarantee you none of her social skills came from Roxy. Roxy's drunken doting may have drive her to it, in the end, she's more like me than she isn't. Self-educated and self-styled, an autodidact raised in a social near-desert, environmentally replete with all the knowledge she could ever need and utterly devoid of competent teachers. Credit to her, of course. And to Roxy, why not. But she has Narrative prominence and a 50% dose of my autodeictic genes to equally thank for what successes she's seized in that sphere.
You have a lot to catch up on here, so I'll leave you to it. Try not to get too lost in the character drama. Or do. Plenty of it to go around.
And that's that.
I don't say goodbye. I just leave, taking flight to parts specifically and purposefully undescribed. A man's gotta have some privacy.
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Couldn't even re-print them. They were supposed to be a limited release and I'd already set the machine containing the only files for their manuscript to self-destruct during an episode of the show.
I've gotten flak for that, but it's not like that was somehow related to what happened to the actual books. Not unless you regard it as somehow prophetic (some do), or a purposeful bit (some do), or just setting a precedent in reality for the subsequent tragedy in ink. (No one does this. Not even me.)
"Yeah, I think we're done."
I try not to let the furrow of my brow give away anything about her comment on Strider Romance. She's over here wanting to invoke maternal imagery, but if you really want to dig into that sector, I guarantee you none of her social skills came from Roxy. Roxy's drunken doting may have drive her to it, in the end, she's more like me than she isn't. Self-educated and self-styled, an autodidact raised in a social near-desert, environmentally replete with all the knowledge she could ever need and utterly devoid of competent teachers. Credit to her, of course. And to Roxy, why not. But she has Narrative prominence and a 50% dose of my autodeictic genes to equally thank for what successes she's seized in that sphere.
You have a lot to catch up on here, so I'll leave you to it. Try not to get too lost in the character drama. Or do. Plenty of it to go around.
And that's that.
I don't say goodbye. I just leave, taking flight to parts specifically and purposefully undescribed. A man's gotta have some privacy.