What Happens When You Leave Them Alone

Hey. Theo here.

Miss me?

Just ducking in for a minute to see how you were all doing. I only stopped in to say hi, to tell you everything is great with us. And then I made the mistake of reading yesterday's blog . . . and what do I find?

My author has gone off the deep end! She's started talking Greek! And not Greek endearments, either.

Diegesis? Good grief!

You can't leave them alone for a minute. She and Kate and Liz were fine while we were here and they had the contest to think about. That and their books. You give them other heroes to keep them out of trouble, and all is well and good.

But then the contest is sailing along under its own steam, we've gone off to celebrate with our ladies, and none of them is deep enough into a story to be consumed, and what happens?

Anne goes off to some Q&A, Kate shows up, Liz shows up, lots of other writers show up -- and they start yammering amongst themselves, carrying on about "fourth walls" and "narratorily this and that . . ." and, heaven help us, diegesis!

What's that when it's home?

No, don't tell me. I don't want to know.

Do you suppose, Jennifer Y., that it's George's middle name? George Diegesis Savas? Hmmm. Has a certain ring, doesn't it? I wouldn't put it past her. Anne's got it in for George. She might even have plans for him.

Is there such a thing as World's Sexiest Physicist?

Maybe when I get back from my honeymoon, I'll introduce him to a few girls. Pity Martha doesn't have any sisters left unhitched. I'll ask about girlfriends. She's probably got a few of those around.

Wonder what he'd do if I sicced Agnetta on him.