Oh the irony. I am three feet instead of 6 hours away from my crit partner, and we’re still sitting here typing away on our laptops in chat in the name of silence and maintaining the tenuous sleep of a three year old. Ah well, at least we will, as usual, have a chat record of our brainstorming. We’ve figured out how Marin’s best friend Tate–who comes in late in the story–becomes relevant to the ending so that she’s not just scenery. Now we’re doing some work on her superhero universe. I had some good ideas for House of Cards on the drive up, so I’m pleased with how that came up. I’ve been listening to Blue Dahlia on the drive. The reader does a pretty decent job of southern accents though she is obviously not herself southern.
Oh! Baby’s asleep. Time for grown up movies. Pot has a long list of classics I “must see”. We’re about to watch Fire With Fire. I think that’s what it’s called. Gotta go.