Nov
18
2008
You know…
About thirty seconds ago I was baking cookies and discussing the impending messy death of a pretty important secondary character with a teenager who stops and looks at me and says, “I think you’re one of the kindest people I know.”
“That’s all very well, dear,” I reply abstractedly, “but I’ve got to kill him. It just won’t work otherwise. Want a cookie?”
My life is so made of awesome sometimes. And tomorrow I get to send fresh cookies to my agent.
Hee. MADE OF WIN.











November 18th, 2008 at 9:01 pm
But what kind of cookies? Just in case in the future I need to plan the death of someone, I want to be in the proper frame of mind while baking. ;^)