Also: On my way to the subway this morning, I passed Libba Bray, who was obviously on her way to the South Slope Tea Lounge for some coffee. Glamour glamour.
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
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Also: On my way to the subway this morning, I passed Libba Bray, who was obviously on her way to the South Slope Tea Lounge for some coffee. Glamour glamour.
You're so lucky! I'm rereading her books right now! Did you talk to her at all?
ReplyDeleteNope. I smiled at her, and she smiled back in the automatic why-are-you-smiling-at-me-strange-person sort of way, but then we continued on our respective missions.
ReplyDeleteCheryl, are you sure I wasn't smiling at you in a desperate, pleading, "Will you please finish my novel for me, please? PLEASE?" sort of way? Thanks for the "glamour" compliment. As I sit here with my unwashed hair and chapped lips, I feel much better.
ReplyDeleteNext time, tell Arthur you'll be late and come have coffee with me. :-) Libba
Libba, sounds like a plan! Good luck with the novel! :-)
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