Which I'm not, but Mer's fraughtness was a foundation of this past weekend's impromptu Feral Writer's retreat, and I am still giggling.
And indeed, I just finished reading the fruits of Mer's fraughtness. And it is of the good. I imagining holding one's own is cooler, but holding your best friend's book manuscript is still pretty darn nifty.
You'll notice the lackof mention of what I did at the retreat. Mostly because scoring lots of points playing Zuma really doesn't sound very writerly...
Retreat Quotes:
Friday
"I made Eric's tongue happy." -Mer
"You would write an autobiography of me, just to piss me off." -Mer, to Julie
"It's not that I'm waxing cats, I'm fraught with misery." -Mer
On cheezits as eucharist
"Oh, Jeesitz?" -Lisa
Saturday
"Manhood. Thrusting manhood. They're always doing something proactive." -Mer
"You need to identify your writing fiber." -Eric
"Writing fiber?" -Lisa
"It makes you write regular." -Eric
"If you write that down that was me! That was me being clever!" -Lisa
"Okay, that sounded a little desperate." -Julie
"The Feral Writers, obsessed with penises since 1990... 2004." -Mer
"2003." -Julie
"2002, really. Don't put that up there." -Mer
"I was thinking that it might not be appropriate, but then I thought, 'but it's these guys...'" -Lisa