Arrant Nonsense

It occurs to me that if you want me to pay my bills on time, then you might make them actually due on an actual business day. I'm just glad I logged in today to take care of that. Because telling me the earliest business day to pay the thing is the 31st, when it's due the 3rd, sucks. And this isn't the first time you've done this to me, either.

Sincerely,
agilebrit

You know, I see stuff like this (caution: that link is not remotely SFW as it describes a sex act in graphic and somewhat horrifying detail--I mean, it's not even a well-written sex scene. Your sex scene should not make me either giggle or go WTF, especially not at the same time. Consider this a spew warning, because I see you all running off to read it. I'll wait), and it gives me hope. If a woman who writes the following descriptor:

The ex-world champion boxer-turned-music mogul

can get an agent and a four-book deal, that gives me hope that I can too. Admittedly, it's not my genre and we perhaps have higher standards than, well, that, but still.

I mean, seriously, if I wrote a descriptor like that, my Hubby, my Writing Buddy, and all of You would hit me over the head with a style manual and a copy of Stephen King's "On Writing." Her dashes aren't even in the right place. I don't think. *squints* It's...hard to tell, actually. Regardless, that is an awkward, awkward construction.

I can see it now:

Ben, a werewolf ex-Army Ranger turned computer hacker and otherwise jack-of-all-trades for his PI boss, kissed his waitress/artist/aspiring-actress wife Janni goodbye as he headed out the door for another surveillance job.

*THWAP*

Yes, I get that Dan Brown gets away with this. That's because he's Dan Brown and there's no accounting for taste.

BAD WRITER. NO BOOZE.