See, what happens is occasionally I get these nagging little creative urges even though I have no discernible talent for... well... anything. What I DO have is access to a computer, a copy of Paint.net, an Intarweb connection, and a knack for appropriation. I've done this a few times, usually to Brother Wayne (here and here), but last night my thoughts turned towards high school chum/hotshot horror (among other genres) writer Elizabeth Massie.
Couple of things: her first published novel was Sineater (also in an e-version from Crossroad Press) and Beth has this... thing... about cheese. Can't stand the stuff. Absolutely grosses her out. Squick City. Nah, I don't get it either, but there you have it. Naturally, being the good, kind, supportive friend that I am, I make cheese references in front of her whenever and wherever I can, usually on her Facebook page. The latest entry?
This led to some interesting comments from her writer friends:
Brian Hodge: I know the end of this one already: the mouse did it.
Robert Devereaux: Plot holes galore!
I, on the other hand, had anticipated Beth's reaction some time ago:
And a bit of lagniappe:
"He and Enoch Root get into the habit of having conversations during and after their meals. Both of them seem to have rather involved inner lives that require lots of maintenance and so the rest of the day they ignore each other."
--Cryptonomicon by Neal Stephenson