Elisabeth, this is such wonderful start. Your writing sure is delightful and your Lois wonderfully sassy. And I so love PML.
I read this this morning and now I can't find half the quotes I wanted to add. *sigh* I hope those will do
The Daily Planet that greeted her, however, was not the same place that she had left. The place was swarming with unfamiliar faces. She tripped over a power cord that someone had loosely taped across the walkway. The bullpen was a madhouse. The women were dressed like a sleepover at Cat Grant’s with makeup caked on until you could barely see the real face underneath.
I don't know why, but this was so vivid. Actually just like the rest of your story.
“I need to move this,” some acne-covered kid insisted, grabbing a corner of her desk.
“I’ve covered so many murders,” she informed him flatly, “that I wouldn’t think twice about committing one myself.”
Actually, the whole hungover scene. You do a wonderful hungover Lois.
“I was more worried about the stuff on the coffee table,” she blurted out before remembering that she was never going to talk about that degrading affair.
He shrugged and shook his head. “I don’t remember you dancing on the table.”
Dancing? Was that the worst thing that happened? She danced a little bit? She thought back to the state of her attire this morning. While there was a lot of flesh showing, at least the important parts were all covered. Perhaps she hadn’t even danced a complete striptease.
*snickers*
Author's Footnotes: Yes, yes. By now you've figured me out. This is another of those attempts to recruit fresh blood to write with us. For more info, visit
www.nanowrimo.org And if you decide to write L&C fanfic, even better.
The entire NaNoWriMo theme was hilarious. You know, if I had the time, I might even try it. I mean, I have a story lined up and everything. Just no time for spending a month writing a novel.
Michael
