Oh, this speaks to my heart.
July 26, 2010 § 5 Comments
Thanks to Stacey Graham for sharing this link with me.
You have no idea how much I love the concept of a Jane Austen and Fight Club love child. Of course, I’d post a link about a Jane Austen Fight Club right after I blog about why I don’t resort to violence.
In other news, SlushPile Hell held a twitter contest for Bad Kiddy Books titles. On the results post, Mr. Hell stated there were around 1200 entries and somehow one of my Kiddy titles made the top 25. They are all hilarious (I have no idea how mine slipped in). Go read them if you want a laugh.
Maybe it is not that big of a deal, but I’m excited about it. After I read my name listed as one of the top 25, I let out a little squee-yelp. A yee? a squelp? Let’s go with a squelp. I brought the laptop to my husband.
“Look. I entered this contest and made the top 25!”
He glanced over from his video game. “Cool. Did you win anything?”
“No. But it says there were 1200 entries and this is more proof that I’m mildly funny.”
“Great. So when people ask me what my wife does, I’ll tell them, ‘She’s a writer.’ When they ask me where I can read your work, I’ll tell them ‘Slush Pile Hell’ and direct them to that one line. I should really print the page out and carry it around in my wallet.”
I glared at him. He works from home now. He doesn’t bathe as often and hasn’t shaved in weeks. He’s turning into ME is what it is.
“Let’s get something straight,” I told him. “I’m the extraverted hilarious one in this marriage. You give the dry one-liners.”
He smiled. “Got it. No more encroaching on your territory.”
I caught him look at the list a few times that evening. He laughed and that made me happy.