Jezebel Birdsong

OK. It's 2 "A" dot fricking "M" people. I'm 35,000 words in on my revision and the manuscript is up to 78,000 total now and counting. Think I can finish by Fri?? D'ya think???? The good news is most of the end doesn't need any work, it's just getting through this middle part.


As far as weldy stuff goes-- "They call me Hell, they call me Staceeeeeeey...That's not my name." This is Jezebel Birdsong-- one of my characters, a ghost. This is with just the warpaint.

Now with her bandit mask she's starting to look a little wrestle-mania.

OK, now we're talking. Now I'm really feelin' her. I think she's surpassed my lame drawing-- thank God!

Stuff coworkers would have endured today-- frequent air guitar breaks using whatever was handy, usually the welding gun, head whipping episodes resembling seizures-- or maybe me being shaken like a ragdoll by an invisible giant, me stomping around singing "I am the greatest man that ever lived" (yeah I said it) super loud, and "Monkey Wrench" and busting out my awesome terrible dance moves.

In truth none of that would have occurred if I had coworkers because I would have felt too stupid to totally rock-out in front of them. Instead I would have, with great effort, restrained myself, and tried to mentally block them out, and been mad at them for unwittingly oppressing me and my rockingness. --- Or, more likely, I would have tried to corrupt them into being all goofy with me and no work would have gotten done.

See? I'm way better off on my own.

Getting there. Shoulders and arms are still off.
Hopefully tomorrow will be a pwnfest.