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  • Welcome to Running With Quills, your online newsletter designed to keep you up to date with what your favorite authors (that would be us) are doing throughout the year. Here you will find the release dates of our new books and get information about our backlists. We'll preview our cover art here long before the books hit the stores and we'll keep you informed about works-in-progress and special projects. You'll also receive advance notice of signings and appearances. From time to time we'll give you a peek at our worlds, tell you what we're reading, and introduce you to some new authors.

    Congratulations to Susan Andersen and Jayne Ann Krentz for ranking among Amazon.com Editors' Best of 2009 in Romance!

    Tuesday, May 23, 2006

    Squawk Radio Invades!

    As many of you know, yesterday, the Quills — along with the help of notorious (and traitorous) rogue reporter Kitty Kuttlestone — managed a coup of unprecedented proportions. They hijacked the enormously popular writers’ blog Squawk Radio while the Squawk chicks were out performing selfless good deeds to make the world a better place. So today, the Chicks are invading Quills turf. And we’re not leaving until our demands are met. We want changes in the Romance industry, and we want them NOW. And while we’re waiting, we’ve got a little work to do on the Running with Quills site.

    Okay, let’s get this show on the road. Eloisa, start painting this elegant black border puce. Xtina, paste those Fabio covers on all the Quills books. Connie, find Kitty and put those fur-lined handcuffs to good use. Lisa, start brushing that blue eye shadow on the Quills’ publicity pics. And for the piece de résistance, Terri, break out the Donny Osmond posters. Me, I’m gonna mix us up a big pitcher of Mai-Tais. We’re gonna need our strength.
    —Elizabeth Bevarly



    Teresa Medeiros says, "KILL ME OR KISS ME BUT PLEASE DON'T BORE ME!"

    I've always said that I love to both read and write books where the hero and heroine are always on the verge of either killing or kissing each other, but I think that's just my way of saying I love a healthy dose of passion in my romances. I once had a conversation with a writer friend who said she believed a romance should end with the hero and heroine both realizing that they COULD live without each other but that their lives would be immeasurably enhanced if they ended up together. How very mature! How very enlightened! How very...dull! I knew in that moment that her future didn't lie in romance and shortly after that she ended up leaving romance and establishing a very successful career in women's fiction.

    And this is why — because the most powerful and primal theme in classic romance is, "I would die without you." Without Beauty, the Beast is left writhing about in the garden, clutching the rose Beauty gave him as he gasps his last breath. Without that prim spinster or bubbly belle to win his heart and save his soul, our dissolute rake is doomed to spend his life in the empty pursuit of pleasure, perishing of liver failure or syphilis in some London gutter.

    You can diss some of the early books in our genre for their "politically incorrect" sexuality (which is sort of wickedly delicious in retrospect), but you can't deny that there was passion on every page. There was something eternal at stake and that something was a heart, a life, and perhaps even an immortal soul.

    Eloisa James says, “IMO, TSTL!”

    I'm putting my demand right out there. I'm sick of heroines who are so wildly intelligent that they are writing pamphlets that will help the future Darwin at the same time that they blaze trails through the marriage market and -- in their spare time -- do a little jewelry thieving to benefit the poor, spending their nights dancing over the roofs of London.

    What ever happened to the good, old TOO STUPID TO LIVE heroine?

    I loved her! BRING HER BACK!

    I demand a woman who wanders into the medieval warlord's castle, nearly gets run over and shot about fourteen times, has no idea of the complexities of warfare but manages to tell the hero exactly where to go when he tries to do something underhanded, tames all 14 feral dogs, and brings peace and prosperity to all of England. By being goofy and silly and virginal and all that stuff.

    I want the kind of story where the big, mean warlord is so whipped by his wife that he melts at her smile--even though he thought she was too stupid to survive, and so did all his mean, nasty male cohorts.

    I'm sorry...I'm a professor and I'd rather my daughter got a college degree...but those were GREAT STORIES!

    Elizabeth Bevarly Says, “BRING BACK THE ADVENTURE!”

    When I first started reading romance novels, they were filled with intrepid adventures in exotic locales. There were archaeological digs in Denmark. Trips down the Amazon. Banking wars in Hong Kong. Haunted castles in Scotland. Yachting in the Mediterranean. Shipwrecks in the Caribbean. And that was just in the short category romances. In historicals, heroines were escaping the life of a concubine in China or a harem in Arabia. There were lady pirates in the South Pacific, antiquities hunters in Egypt and assassins in Renaissance Italy. Elephant safaris through sun-splashed India and treks across snow-covered Russia. Even here in the States (what few we had back then), there were sweet southern ladies bringing Yankees to their knees and scrappy colonial women turning into spies to help sink the Brits in the Revolutionary War. And I miss the pioneering spirit of the Westerns.

    These days, the greatest adventure romance heroes and heroines are allowed to have is driving without a seatbelt. Oh, no, wait. They can’t do that, either. It might set a bad example. Look, I like ranchers and corporate raiders as much as the next chick, but come on. Where’s the adventure? Where’s the excitement? Where, dammit, is the ROMANCE of romance? In literary circles, IVANHOE is considered a romance. So is MOBY DICK. And that’s because of the larger-than-life adventures that occur in both those books. What happened to today’s romances? How come nobody gets to travel outside American or British borders anymore? How come nobody gets to live dangerously? What happened to all the fun? I want adventure put back into romance!

    Of course, the Squawkers (contrary to some people’s beliefs) are not fools. We left half our trusty chicks to guard the Squawk fortress. And naturally, they have demands to make, too — they’re very demanding women. So visit http://www.squawkradio.com to read Lisa Kleypas, Christina Dodd and Connie Brockway express themselves rather forcefully (like they know any other way to express themselves) on the changes they want in Romance.

    I mean, in romance books.

    Yes, Kitty, you may pour me another Mai-Tai.

    No, you may not stick your straw in the pitcher.

    59 Comments:

    Blogger Jay said...

    Now come on...Donny Osmond?! That's low. Very low. The quills gave you balloons! Pretty balloons! And you inflict on them Fabio and Donny?

    You chickens have no soul.

    lupllbza - treatable with antibiotics

    8:41 PM  
    Anonymous Julie said...

    Fabio and Donnie O.
    Chalk one up to the Squawkers.
    The Quills will NEVER live this one down.

    8:42 PM  
    Anonymous Anonymous said...

    Jay said "The quills gave you balloons! Pretty balloons!"
    And what may I ask were those pretty balloons filled with?

    8:45 PM  
    Blogger Jayne Ann Krentz said...

    I knew we should never have trusted that kitty. As soon as I saw the leather and tattoos I suspected trouble. Didn't I tell you? Didn't I say, don't trust that chicken???

    No one ever listens to me. Why is that, you ask? It is because I'm the NICE one, that's why. But that's about to change.

    Donny Osmond? Fabio? On our elegant blog site? How dare they!!!

    8:52 PM  
    Blogger Stella said...

    WE're not finished yet! Just keep the Mai Tais away from me so my head stays clear and we'll figure this out yet.

    What am I saying. They haven't managed a thing yet--it's all talk. Do you notice that we're still here and not just here but there as well?

    I'm getting t-i-p-s-e-y, on power!

    We are hoisting our pitards.
    You know what that means. Too bad we don't have better material to wave around.

    THE HENS WILL NEVER GET HOME TO ROOST.

    8:56 PM  
    Blogger Stella said...

    Hey, Krentzy--whoa there, girl. How many times have I warned all quills about Kitty the double yolker?

    I've got an idea, though so don't despair.

    8:58 PM  
    Blogger elizabeth said...

    Um, who's Donny Osmond?

    And didn't somebody stick Fabio with a pin and he deflated?

    9:00 PM  
    Blogger Kim from IN said...

    mwahhahahaa! I told y'all to watch out. Just wait till Teresa pulls out the BIG guns. I hear she has 250 pictures of Russell Crowe. And she's not afraid to use them.

    9:04 PM  
    Blogger Jay said...

    Anon said: "And what may I ask were those pretty balloons filled with?"

    Depends who blew them up. If it was Kitty, I'd advise keeping them away from naked flames...

    9:14 PM  
    Blogger Stella said...

    Ann: I'm glad you asked about the kid picture. Didn't like to show my ignorance but there's safety in numbers, hehe. Baby-faced little fella, isn't he?

    10:15 PM  
    Blogger talpianna said...

    Eloisa, wasn't Lorna Doone a lot smarter than Gurt Jan Ridd?

    You people are fighting over the deck chairs on the TITANIC while the HenchWenches and Rangerettes lurk behind the iceberg....

    And if you're so smart, let's see you play the Word Verification game!

    cclcav -- Clucking Chicken Ladies = coq au vin!

    10:26 PM  
    Blogger Christina Dodd said...

    You Quillers need to be careful. It's not common knowledge, but we Squawk chickens are the reason Colonel Sanders kicked the bucket.

    heh heh

    10:47 PM  
    Blogger Jay said...

    Stella, Ann - If you wish to feel the righteous outrage of what the chickens have done here, go check out donny.com and have all your worst fears confirmed.

    11:15 PM  
    Blogger talpianna said...

    Taking romance in an entirely new direction--

    http://www.murfling.com/liz/index.html

    jgpkkt -- Jayne gave poor Kitty Kuttlestone 2 Talpianna.

    Oops!

    ccnqj -- Catherine Coulter--not quite Jayne.

    12:24 AM  
    Blogger Teresa Medeiros said...

    Kim, that would be 340 pics of Russell Crowe! Including a tighty-whitey shot that would be a REAL eye opener for the Quills.

    And I heard the perfect joke last night--What do you call a group of chickens? A BUCKET!

    5:14 AM  
    Blogger Bookstoredeb said...

    Hi SR girls! After not being able to visit blogland for ages, it's a hoot to come back to the Chick/Quill war. Makes me wonder what else I have missed. lol

    Keep it up ladies, you are giving me a world of smiles today.

    5:28 AM  
    Blogger Nancy J said...

    Heh, heh, heh. Revenge is sweet. Squawkers know how to take over a site! But can we keep that picture of Fabio in Squawkland? Please? For historical reference purposes only of course.

    Yes, Squawkers rule! Oh my what are those pretty pictures the Quillsters put up? I'll be right back...

    5:31 AM  
    Blogger Lynn said...

    Donny Osmond! I must add my own slight disgust, yes disgust, with pictures of DO. Please.

    And Fabio, he's doing those 'life comes at you fast' insurance ads where the appropriately age him into a wrinkled old man.

    I know it's early in the day, but I'm beginning to crave chicken for lunch.

    6:18 AM  
    Blogger Michelle Buonfiglio said...

    Oh, my, but the feathers do fly here! Why am I not surprised that everything goes to heck-in-an-egg-basket when Kitty gets a few Mai-tais in her?

    As to the squawking at hand? You go, girls. I'd be happy to read a little more -- make that a lot more -- delicious, Old School-style, no-apologies, take-back-our-genre romantic romance.

    6:37 AM  
    Anonymous Loralee said...

    Squawkers you did great, it pay back time, Quills ..can't wait to see what happens next.

    oh and I so agree with those demands, Squawkers and Quills, you're the authors you should take back the genre! hehehe

    7:29 AM  
    Blogger Jayne Ann Krentz said...

    By the way, I know it is off the topic of the sneakiness of Squawkers and the lack of foresight by certain Quills, but I have to say that these blog essays by the crowd from Squawk Radio are absolutely brilliant and right on!

    I agree with everything that has been said and there are three more equally insightful essays posted over at Squawk Radio. Check 'em out.

    The romance genre was built on the Beauty and the Beast fantasy. It celebrates women's values and virtues -- forget the heroines who are men in drag -- able to shoot big guns and kill things with their bare hands. I want women who use the female arts and skills to tame the most dangerous creature on Earth: The human male.

    Okay, so call me politically incorrect. This is fantasy folks. Women DO KNOW THE DIFFERENCE. We aren't children who have to have our reading vetted for us.

    Now, where was I? Oh, yes. Sound the alarm. We've been invaded.

    Too late. I think I'll just have another Margarita.

    7:41 AM  
    Blogger Elizabeth Bevarly said...

    My GOD, what a hangover those Green Ghosts give you. Then again, I guess I kind of overdid it around number eighteen or nineteen.

    Whoa, Quills. Love what you've done with the place. Heh heh heh.

    8:21 AM  
    Blogger Manda said...

    As soon as I saw Donnie Osmand I knew the Chicks had achieved victory!!! And that Teresa Medeiros had been here:)

    Agreement on all counts, Squawks!

    Take that, Quills!

    8:39 AM  
    Blogger Susan Andersen said...

    Donny Osmond. So,she's--what?--a thirteen year old girl? I gotta hand it to her, she's got nice thick hair. And okay, the quillers are mostly 50 something women, so the hair may be--MAY BE, mind you--thinning a tad. A teensy-tiny tab. Still, other than that, what's La O's significance?

    9:14 AM  
    Anonymous Cissy said...

    So in pondering this question of who should be afraid of whom here, I can't help but notice that the Quills seems to use a lot of feathers in their blogging. And that the invading Squawkers seem to be covered in, well, feathers.

    Just sayin'

    9:17 AM  
    Blogger Susan Andersen said...

    Holy !@%*! It's hip-deep in feathers in here. The Squawk take-over? Kewl. Trusting Kitti? Not so much. I'm thinking turning Connie might be a better idea. The girl's got computer skills and I for one would like to know how to get that picture dohickey up in the upper right hand corner.

    Connie. Babe. I hear you like the boys of the Nimitz. Well, its home is Bangor Navel base, which is just up the road a piece from my family's summer place. I can offer you unlimited Mai Tais, buff boys and the prettiest view of the Olympics you'll ever see.

    Think about it. You'd look real good in black and red.

    ~SusanA

    9:21 AM  
    Blogger Susan Andersen said...

    HEY! My pic's up there. It's magic.

    Or, okay, maybe it's because I figured out how to do this once upon a time as a guest blogger on the Squawk station and I went back to the Susan Andersen sign in when the Susan A came out as susana. Either way, who knew?

    9:25 AM  
    Blogger Christina Dodd said...

    Susan! Have you gone over to the Dark Side of the Force???

    9:32 AM  
    Blogger Suzanne Simmons said...

    PAX!

    At least long enough for me to acknowledge that the Squawkers posted brilliant essays on writing the romance and all about real heroes and heroines; PC they're not and shouldn't be! I agree with every word those -- gulp -- those chickens wrote. (I can't believe I said that. But it's true.)

    No, folks, I have not been indulging in Ghosts of the Green variety. Although I confess I am, at the moment, a little green with envy.

    9:34 AM  
    Blogger lacey kaye said...

    I love this game. Bring it on!

    9:43 AM  
    Blogger Jayne Ann Krentz said...

    Egad!! Just refreshed my screen to view the blog here at RWQ and I was stunned-shocked-horrified to see the latest sneaky Squawer attack on this elegant site.

    Did anyone else happen to notice what has happened at the top of our beautiful blog? Our lovely, artistic signature inkblot has been messed around with something fierce. It is now -- oh, I can't bear to say it aloud --It is now a (gasp) chicken!!!!

    We're doomed.

    9:46 AM  
    Anonymous Cissy said...

    Oh dear. This means war. *G*

    9:49 AM  
    Blogger Susan Andersen said...

    Aw, Chris, what can I say? my sistas in quills made me an offer I can't refuse. (They like me! They really LIKE me!!)

    I'm actually a quiller-in-Waiting. I get my capital Q July 15th. (Trying to get this book done, which aint easy with all this blog entertainment!)

    'Sides, my invitation to join the squawksters musta been lost in the mail. :) ~SusanA

    9:56 AM  
    Blogger elizabeth said...

    Gotta say as far as the essays--SQUAWK ON!

    Both me and my evil twin like a Man, not a girl who doesn't get periods. Popular fiction is about mythic conflict; Beauty and the Beast is my personal favorite. Each has something the other lacks.

    All beauty makes for a damned bland read.

    That said, WATCH OUT SQUAWKERS, my evil twin just poofed out of here with fried chicken on her mind.

    *good twin poofs out to find the potatoes*

    9:57 AM  
    Blogger elizabeth said...

    CISSYYYYYYYY!!!

    No more blue vamps for you!

    9:57 AM  
    Blogger Susan Andersen said...

    Like the noxious black chicken at the top of the page isn't outrage enough...

    I just noticed the Osmond chick has an ADAM APPLE!! What's the world comin' to?

    Okay, I'm shutting down the internet and getting some writing done.
    I am.
    I really mean it this time.

    ~SusanA

    10:03 AM  
    Anonymous LauraT said...

    LOL this has got to be one of the most entertaining weeks for both the quills and the chickens LOL....


    I have to sign off for the rest of the day, I am getting nothing done! checking back in tonight to see if everything is back to normal LOL...

    10:10 AM  
    Blogger Connie Brockway said...

    Susan, suaan...I liked you so much. You were such a witty, intelligent woman and now, to see this happen, to see how far you've...

    Connie, writing a Susan Anderson epitaph

    10:38 AM  
    Blogger Christina Dodd said...

    ~SusanA said, "'Sides, my invitation to join the squawksters musta been lost in the mail. :)"

    I don't understand it. I personally gave it to Kitty to mail along with the check for my electric bi--

    ::click::

    10:49 AM  
    Blogger Stella said...

    What a load of hogwash. Brilliant chickens? C'mon. Who wrote those essays for them? There is a lovely fat prize for the one who splits. Have you ever tasted DeBrand's chocholates. Forget the mild buzz you got from the drinkies, these babies will give you the high of a lifetime.

    Yet again, settle down Quills, they don't have our butterfly. I do. The chicken is up there so everyone can take a good look at how tasteless it would be around here if the chicks really took over.

    It's no good. Grudgingly I must admit I really enjoyed those essays the Squawkers put up. They have so much talent and style, just like their books.

    ::ouch, that hurt me::

    And the Squawkees are awesome (I'll find my second childhood yet). I'm proud of the way you and our extraordinary Quillettes and Quillands get along!

    I'll just cut to the chase on the way I feel about book people. That means no pontificating from this simple minded Quill.

    Give me a man who's a stout-hearted man... That's a start. Please may I write and read about men who are men and women who are women? But could they be even a little more than real? Make mine heroes and heroines.

    Chaaaaaarge!
    Darn, what did I do with my cards?

    10:55 AM  
    Blogger Stella said...

    Susan, you are wonderful and we truly appreciate your decision to join the Quills. You will always find us appreciative of you.

    Ahem, Donny girl has an enlarged thyroid. Hope it's being treated.

    11:00 AM  
    Blogger elizabeth said...

    SusanA

    We just didn't want your first experience on the blog to be covered in chicken, um, feathers.

    Hey, Kitty, get your skinny arse over here with the maitais. Oh wait, you're not skinny, you're PLUCKED.

    HOLD STILL TERESA, IT WON'T HURT, REALLY.

    YOU TOO XTINA.

    There, all done. You guys grow good-looking quills. Good for lots and lots of words.

    :-)))

    11:47 AM  
    Blogger Santa said...

    YES!! YES!! YES!! (where's my Cuban?) Bring it on ladies! I am sure Squawkers and Quillers and even those Cherry Rangers can unite on this! Keep readers turning papers with delighted grins plastered on their faces, so folks can ask them what are you reading without assuming they are just smiling at the juicy bits!!

    12:27 PM  
    Blogger Elizabeth Bevarly said...

    Why, yes, Susan, she IS a thirteen-year-old girl. And she does have nice hair, doesn't she?

    Oh, wait. You meant Donny Osmond. I thought you were talking about Terri...

    12:28 PM  
    Blogger Christina Dodd said...

    Nice, um, inkblot you have up there.

    Thanks, Cissy!

    2:10 PM  
    Anonymous Lou said...

    SusanA - Get off this blog and keep writing - your fans are salivating for "Just for Kicks". Once you finish that - then come-on-back. However, you must still reserve time to write your NEXT book.

    Your fans are impatient...tick...tick...tick.

    bejka
    books exist (to) justify kooks absence (what??)

    2:15 PM  
    Blogger talpianna said...

    THE FATE OF KITTY KUTTLESTONE

    (Names have been changed to protect the far-from-innocent)

    ARKADELPHIA, Ark. - Sometimes a chicken does have lips, just not her own. Marian Morris saved her brother's exotic chicken, Boo Boo, by administering "mouth-to-beak" resuscitation on the fowl after it was found floating face down in the family's pond.

    Morris, a retired nurse, said she hadn't had any practice with CPR in years, but that she was interested to see if she "still had it."

    "I breathed into its beak, and its dad-gum eyes popped open," Morris said. "I breathed into its beak again, and its eyes popped open again. "I said, 'I think this chicken's alive now. Keep it warm.'"

    Morris said she was pleased to find that the bird she saved was an "exotic," and not just an ordinary chicken.

    The chicken is called Boo Boo, because she is easily frightened. The family thought Boo Boo was startled and flopped into the pond.

    Copyright 2006 The Associated Press. All rights reserved. This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten or redistributed.

    Sadly, she has since passed away:

    The chicken, who was named Boo Boo because she was easily frightened, lived to lay three eggs before dying, Calhoun said. Until then, Calhoun said he didn't know if the bird was male or female.

    "We incubated one of her eggs, and it hatched," Calhoun said. "The chick has black and white markings like Boo Boo's."

    http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/12950816/

    ruiyusnm -- Ruthless? Us? I yearn, usually, so, "not moles."

    2:53 PM  
    Blogger DFender said...

    I go on vacation and come home to THIS? My stars. Donny Osmond... Fabio... a CHICKEN INK BLOT?!?!

    The...the...the... feathers of the Squawker army... *hmpf*

    Great entertainment, ladies... I sure missed allayaz.

    Deb

    3:28 PM  
    Blogger Susan Andersen said...

    Aw, Lou, thanks. I'm only here for a quick peek, i promise, then I'm back to Coming Undone. which i'm gonna do
    right
    now.

    Uh, I don't get all these acronyms. is this a blogging thing? ~SusanA

    4:59 PM  
    Anonymous Lou said...

    It's using the word verification letters to make a sentence. It was started by Tal on the Crusie/Mayer blog site - blame her. Then on top of that, everyone kept wondering about the colors...

    green - usreku
    users seek reasons end keepers use (what - end of day, brain dead...)

    5:05 PM  
    Anonymous Lou said...

    P.S. One of the commentors has a link to a complete list of acronyms used in blogging (and I guess instant messaging.

    LADIES (and Louis) - which one of you was it???

    red - tbvywa
    to blog very yelling was acrimonious (sp?)

    5:08 PM  
    Blogger talpianna said...

    Everybody always blames the Mole...

    tjhglmw -- Tell Jenny her good little Mole wiggles.

    9:13 PM  
    Anonymous Louis said...

    I read the acronym list on on crusiemayer.com (dueling blog)

    On one of the comments..

    vxrdgoa green

    vicious x-rays rob delicate girls of accents

    10:09 PM  
    Blogger Jay said...

    Oh, dear. A chickblot. That's just wrong.

    *snigger*

    guppxwup - guppies under peer pressure (e)xude weird unidentifiable pustules

    12:36 AM  
    Blogger Lori Foster said...

    Oh my.
    I pass on offered drinks, go to bed early like a good writer, and wake up with a CHICKEN ink blot messing up the place! :::shudder:::

    Just what have you ladies been up to? Wading through piles of feathers ain't easy. Has there been a pillow fight? No wait, plucked (aka nekkid) chicks are in drunken heaps everywhere.

    My small-town country-girl heart is shocked.
    And intrigued.

    So who won this particular skirmish? I know from my favorite sport (ultimate fighting such as UFC and PRIDE) looks don't always determine the winner. Sure the chicks are plucked. That does look bad. (I'm a master of understatement!)

    But then there's that tacky chicken ink blot...

    Oh hey! I see Susan Andersen is here. ::::tapping foot::: And Susan, just when did you tell me that Jared and PJ would get a story? Hmmm? Right after these showgirls (which I'm enjoying, btw) right?

    You do not have time to play with feathers or swill greenish mind-blockers served by Quills. Kitty will brainwash you and then Jared and PJ will be lost. Step out of the fray, Susan. Slowly, now.
    Come on back after things are put to rights.
    Whenever that might be!

    Did you all realize that Michelle Buonfligio is also a reporter who is covering this nasty (and entertaining) melee for the general public? She has a way with words that makes this whole debacle sound somehow amusing. As if drunken, brawling chicks & Quills could amuse anyone. Ha! Well... maybe.
    I mean, I'm amused.
    But then I went to bed early and didn't imbibe. Bwhahahaha....

    Uh oh. Kitty is rousing. She just scratched her featherless elbow and I think she has one bloodshot eye open. Creepy. I'm otta here!
    Later, my sister brawlers.

    2:50 AM  
    Blogger Santa said...

    Lisa, that's how Kitty looks every morning and mid-afternoon and, well, all the time!

    And Tal, be careful what you create because what BooBoo hatches lives on to hatch yet another....Before you know it you have an X-files episode!!(man, I miss that show)

    xeqppmfb (x-ray equal quantity per perfectly mangled feather boas)

    Well, that was fun!

    5:43 AM  
    Blogger Patricia Rice said...

    Wow, chicken take it, I wandered over here to see what other bloggers do and discover all out war! Despite agreeing with half the squawkers squawk---I love my romances adventurous and sexy but my heroines strong and slaphappy---I think I'll dodge back to the wordwenches much politer historical world and maybe hide behind a rock and read until these chicken feathers settle down.

    Pat Rice

    lbuyib--love beautiful uranus, yes I'll buy

    9:25 AM  
    Anonymous Lou said...

    Susan A, Here's the URL to a good list of common acronyms used in blogs, email, instant messaging, etc.:
    http://www3.sympatico.ca/n.rieck/docs/Internet-Acronyms.html

    Just copy and paste in your browser - should answer your questions.

    pzyrypvu (red)
    Good grief and on a Friday afternoon, too. Looks like an East European country - right next to Ubekistan

    2:26 PM  
    Blogger talpianna said...

    The Sergeant-Major of the Mole Rangers standing guard over the holding area of the slave auction house has just reported a strange thing to me:

    On one side of the pen, a bunch of nekkid Squawkers are huddled together, trying to hide their featherless state.

    On the other side, the Quills are lolling about on homemade feather mattresses...

    avdci -- Avid verification divas--Cherries invade!

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