Victor: What are you doing?
Victor: Shouldn’t you be writing?
me: I’m reading about writing.
Victor: That doesn’t really count.
me: This book says you shouldn’t be afraid to kill your characters.
Victor: You write memoirs.
me: Yes, but technically my memoirs would be more exciting if I started killing people.
me: I mean, I’d only kill off people who deserve it, obviously. Like people who interrupt me when I’m reading.
Victor: Point taken. Carry on.
And in other news, it’s time for the weekly wrap-up:
What you missed in my shop (Named “Eight pounds of uncut cocaine” so that your credit card bill will be more interesting.):
- Juanita Weasel Plate. For cupcakes and shit.
What you missed on the internets:
This week on shit-I-didn’t-come-up-with-but-wish-I-did-because-it’s-kind-of-awesome: