Congrats! I just hit the climax in mine, maybe another 5K words to go then freedom! This is my 10th novel, so it feels a bit old hat but I still want to celebrate, this year with getting to play Fallout 4.

While waiting for a pre-wedding meeting with the pastor to go over our compatibility test everyone had to take, my husband and I got into who would play as who in the first Lego Batman game. I agreed to be Robin because I got to be Indy before. Compromise is the key to every successful co-op.

Yeah, pretty much. They’re kept around to do a transfusion. They don’t just draw and store it but knock both animals out and run the blood from one to another.

I was never around when the cat was needed, but I did help with the blood dog doing a transfusion once. It was not a happy ending, but the dog was a sweetie pie.

I used to work in a vet clinic in high school. The front was the offices and was closed off by two doors. On a dark Saturday afternoon when the office was closed, two of use would come in to walk all the dogs and feed them. I came in early to start vacuuming and organizing the front alone. Most vet clinics have a cat…

Oh Ianto...Damn you Davies, you heartless monster! Don’t know if you’re a gamer, but Ianto’s actor voiced a character in Dragon Age: Inquisition and there’s a level when you have to fight of a giant demon. I about had a heart attack when the demon had the same voice as 456. No, you can’t kill him again!

Once, when I was really out of it thanks to cold medicine, I ordered a tortialla soup and asked for a bowl. It took a moment, but I realized I meant to ask for a bread bowl. Then I made fun of myself by saying, “No, I don’t want soup in a bowl, just ladle it into my hands. It’ll be fine.”

She was the runt of the litter and stayed tiny but muscular. Despite being six years old people still think she’s a puppy. The fact she LOVES everyone she meets doesn’t help that situation.

Mine is the same, though she’s a 60lb black lab so finding clothes that fit her is a challenge. But the second I bring something new home she HAS to wear it. Bugs me, won’t let me sit down until I take off the tags and put it on. Nut ball.

My husband had the idea for a sapphire a good, shit, has it been eight years? I fail at anniversary stuff. The jeweler was ecstatic to do something that wasn’t a diamond.

Huckabee is that person your mother makes you invite to things who covers all your shit in sticky handprints and blames you for it.

Our big Nebraskan secrets are Runza, Dorthy Lynch, and eating chili with cinnamon rolls.

I live in Lincoln and am one of those weird liberal Nebraskans that the coast assumes must not exist. Thanks to the university there are lots of culture oasis people wouldn’t expect, but Lincoln’s big enough it doesn’t feel like a college town. Haymarket’s the fancier hipster area with a farmer’s market every weekend…

Thanks. I just realized Netflix put Twilight up so I’m firing up the old Rifftrax. Way better than getting into a fight over what’s sciency enough for scifi. Line?

Here’s a link. I call it Dwarves in Space because I’m subtle like that.

I have no idea. He put on a martyr complex of “if I didn’t approve of him borrowing the sci-fi fantasy idea then he’d delete it off his computer.” Please. There are no new ideas under the sun. Mine’s pretty much Discworld but in space.

I’m a member of a smaller writing forum and this morning someone posted his novel asking for a critique. Okay, fine. But he had to follow it up with “Well, I know IntrovertedWife has already written a fantasy and sci-fi smashed together novel, but mine’s more scientific.”

The minions are like cilantro, either you love them or hate them. There’s probably a gene people have that makes them taste like soap too.

A fourteen year old has to hang out with her two dads during a costume party.

I know, right! Now people are asking when I’m going to come out with the new ones each year.