There’s still about $250 to go before midnight tonight, to getÂ the kickstarter for WORK OF HUNTERS / AN INTERRUPTED CRYÂ to 75% (and get me to dye my hair purple). Another $2,400 in the next two weeks for us to reach 100% and get these novellas rolling.
$10 for two novellas.Â But if you kick in more, there are other tasty treats, including a new Cosa Nostradamus short story, t-shirts, the chance to dedicate the novella to someone (limited offering), and “blooper reel” outtakes! Oh, and cookies, for a certain few of you!
And since we caught the first blooper on page last night, I’m going to give you a taste of that….
There are a whole bunch of difference silences â€“ awkward, embarrassed, comfortable, pregnant. But thereâ€™s nothing quite like the silence of a woman in a fury.
Ellenâ€™s normally what youâ€™d call laid back. Quiet. All right, a mouse. Iâ€™d been doing my best to break her out of her shell, but this wasnâ€™tÂ quiteÂ what Iâ€™d been intending.
â€œItâ€™s not as bad it sounds.â€ It was worse, actually, but I was still trying to shelter her from that fact. More fool me.
â€œYou seriously-â€œ and to my shock she started to giggle.
â€œIâ€™m sorry, I justâ€¦â€ She sat her ass down on the desk and kept giggling, her eyes starting to water. â€œYour face, oh god you didnâ€™t make that face in rehearsal andâ€¦â€
I tried to fix my face, but whatever I was doing just seemed to make it worse.
â€œNo, justâ€¦ give me a minute.â€
Time! Câ€™mon, guysâ€¦.
â€œI want it on record that I wasnâ€™t the one who blew the scene this time.â€
â€œYour face blew it.â€
â€œMy face is perfectly fine.â€
â€œYou looked like you swallowed a guppie!â€
â€œShe started it!â€
Everyone take ten, then weâ€™ll pick up again at the revelation. Ellenâ€¦?
â€œYeah, yeah, Iâ€™m good, I just need a minute. Or three.â€
Boss sounded tired. If we didnâ€™t get this scene right, she was going to shake up the plot, kill some more people. Fuck this. Maybe there were some Danish left on the craft tableâ€¦
it kinda got worse from there, so I told everyone to go to bed and we’d pick up again in the morning when I was less punchy…