Something Ew and Different

So, did you miss me? I bet you didn’t even know I was gone. I went to Las Vegas to a surprise birthday party for my brother, and I couldn’t talk about it beforehand since I didn’t want to be the one to un-surprise him. It was fun, though the town is wasted on me — I forgot to gamble. I guess I’ll have to find another way to get rich. I know! I’ll write a book, become a bestselling author, and make millions. Are you laughing, too? It would have been better for me to be a bettor.

I was hoping that by leaving the promotion conundrum behind perhaps my subconscious would work out the problem for me, and I would suddenly know how to sell tons of books, but no enlightenment came my way. I did discover that I’m not as addicted to the internet as I thought I was. I didn’t even miss it.

What I didn’t miss this time were the sex scene fountains — I finally got a chance to see them. It was like meeting a celebrity since I’d seen them many times . . . in movies. (What Planet Are You From is the only one that comes to mind at the moment.) During the sex scenes, the director showed the fountains at the Bellagio climaxing instead of the couple, so I call them the sex scene fountains, though I don’t imagine the Bellagio publicity department would appreciate the moniker.

What else happened? I met some online friends, which was a kick. After about thirty seconds to readjust the mental image, it was as if we’d known each other for years. Which we had.

I also got reacquainted with a nephew who is studying visual arts, and we decided to collaborate on a graphic novel. I’ll do the writing, he’ll do the art. He doesn’t want me to research how to write a graphic novel because he says that way I’ll write something totally new and redefine the genre. We’ll see. Should be interesting since I’ve never even seen a graphic novel. So now I have two writing projects that I’m not working on. One of these days I’ll get busy. I promise.

Meantime, as a lesson in how important copyediting is, I took a photo of a sign at a restaurant. One letter does matter!


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6 Responses to “Something Ew and Different”

  1. joylene Says:

    haha, yes, them missing letters make a difference. Wasn’t there an email post making the circuit awhile back about this very subject. Won’t duplicate any here because if memory serves me, they were pretty snutty.

    Yes, I did miss you.

    • Pat Bertram Says:

      In the same town, I saw a sign on a vending machine: Out of der. It had been printed out on a printer, so the o and r did not fall off. Makes me wonder what “der” is?

  2. ~Sia McKye~ Says:

    Glad you had a great time Pat and expanded your visions of um, sex, lolol!

    I’m think I’d prefer something New and different each night rather than some Ew. I’ve found more than enough Ew things of late, lolol!

    Can’t wait to see what you do with your foray into graphic novels. 🙂

    • Pat Bertram Says:

      Surprisingly, since ideas come so slowly to me, I’ve figured out the basic story. And my nephew has already drawn a few character sketches. I might actually have to write the thing!

  3. Claire Collins Says:

    With 4 kids, my life is ew and different every day.

    I noticed you were gone.

  4. Irma Fritz Says:

    Pat, it’s good to go on vacation unplugged isn’t it? I did that on a vacation to Whistler in July. Hubby asked if I was going to take my laptop & I thought about it for a second. I knew I’d be blogging all the time instead of hiking, swimming, reading, eating–oh well–maybe not eating. I manage to fit that in no matter what!!!
    Lv the sgn & wlcm bck!

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