my pitch

Sharon asked her readers to practice pitching their books in 30 words or less, but since I don't have a, you know, "completed" or even "partial" book per se, I decided to write a pitch for my life.

(ahem, ahem)
"A literary assistant moonlights as a bounty hunter when she discovers the villains from the rejected slush pile have come alive to terrorize her town."

Look me in the eye and TELL me that that book isn't worth a seven-figure, 3-book deal!

In other news, no working LIRR trains at Penn Station tonight. Penn was pretty much in lock down with cops everywhere and a metal grating that kept people outside from getting in, and people inside from getting out. Luckily my dad had his car in the city so I asked him for a ride. Unluckily, there were fallen trees everywhere, resulting in amazing traffic. We started driving at 6:30pm and arrived home at 12:30am.

Exactly 6 hours to cover 24 miles = a whopping 4 mph.

As in, I could've run home in about the same time.

Speaking of exercise, my Keysi school's grand re-opening is on Saturday! IN CASE YOU DIDN'T KNOW, Keysi is the fighting style used in Batman Begins and Dark Knight.

(that's me in the cape there)

Normally, I never get angry, but getting punched in the eye will do the trick.

Let me explain: At the end of each session, the whole class gangs up on you so it's 7 vs. 1, to get you used to fighting multiple opponents. And well, I can only block so many hits and so I took a few juicy jabs right in the eye, after which I started growling, baring my teeth, and going berserk. Well, as berserk as my toothpick arms could go, at least. But the instructor was like "Finally! You're getting angry!"

Hm. Rage, how strange.

-jude