Conversations Had Whilst Novelling
(over gchat, I am suggesting dragon names.)
Penelope: can you imagine a poor baby dragon named apple-biscuit copperwing?
Elizabeth: In my imagination it is very cute.
(at the dentist’s office, I am being fitted for a bite split)
Dr. J: Trust me, this is going to make your life a lot better.
Elizabeth: Well, on the bright side, if my skeleton is found somewhere, they’ll be able to identify me from my recent dental impressions.
(at staff meeting)
Woman on training video: The only way to make something in the public domain is to put a statement on your website saying that anyone can use it.
Elizabeth: Is this video from before Creative Commons?
Coworkers: *completely confused by question*
Elizabeth: *esplains interwebs*
(I’m taking laundry down to the laundry room)
Imaginary Clinton Kelly: That is not an acceptable outfit.
Elizabeth: I’m just taking the laundry out! No one will see me!
ICK: There is no excuse for wearing a sweatshirt, dachshund-print pajama pants, and whatever you’re calling those shoes out your front door.
Elizabeth: I’m writing a novel! And I used the side door!
Imaginary Stacy London: Honey, you shouldn’t even have to look at yourself in the mirror like that.
Elizabeth: Whatever, I don’t need a bra to do laundry.
ISL: *falls over*
(I’m gchatting with my sister while listening to Wait Wait, Don’t Tell Me)
Elizabeth: omg I need to find a transcription of this limerick
Baby: that’s what she said
(Baby picked her own nickname. She’s my baby sister. Penelope picked her own nickname, too. She’s my best friend, among other things.)