She just gave me a new idea. A new, completely different idea. It involves the name I've wanted to use--Hieronymous Bisby, I mean, who can pass up an amazing name like that?--and it would be completely un-serious. He gets a call one day informing him that he's a character in a novel by an increasingly desperate author who needs to write 50k words by the end of the month. (Wait, this sounds familiar!) He then goes on a quest to find this author and convince her to stop throwing random things (like fifteen-chickens-in-every-chapter) into his life.
Anyway... I still have a cold, and THAT THING started today. What a miserable combination. Good night.
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