What I hear

Creative Writing on a Tablet PC

Twitter: What I'm doing now.

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Will the real JCO please stand up?

Okay, now that that’s off my chest (:

Speaking of which, I’ve always found JCO strangely sexy. Authors by and large aren’t a sexy lot, but JCO is definitely the exception.

Let’s see if that sets me free.

8 comments:

Charles Gramlich said...

In a very "guant" kind of way, maybe.

Clifford said...

Are you questioning my literary libido, Charles? That's insane, man.

synergy boy said...

"litbido," perhaps?

Clifford said...

@ synergy boy,

If I weren't completely tone deaf (well, maybe not completely), and I had a drum, and I knew how to play said drum, I'd do a rim shot right now. Er, at least I think they're called rim shots. Hmm. You'll just have to settle for a goofy chuckle.

Sidney said...

I would say in a Shelly Duval sort of way.

Anonymous said...

Very well. I'm back again, the same web-anonymous non-JCO JCO who started this whole non-JCO thing.

It's not my tragic bedroom eyes that light your wick, Clifford. I think rather it is those wonderful stolen afternoons we've shared -- me laying before you with my pages spread wide -- you, probing me gently ... thoughtfully.

The innocent, on-the-edge-of-violated female characters I present you have seized and seduced you.

Give in and enjoy!

JCO

Clifford said...
This comment has been removed by the author.
Clifford said...

Anonymous non-JCO,

If you're really not the real JCO, you should be. I doubt she could come up with a more apt analogy of author appreciation.

You make me laugh.

(Oh no, what if you're not really the anonymous non-JCO of my dreams but yet another internet rascal?)

About Me

My photo
This is me and one of my two cats. His name is Cougar, and he’s an F1 Chausie. A chausie is a new breed of cat under development. Chausies are the result of a cross between a domestic cat (in Cougar’s case, a Bengal) and a jungle cat (Felis Chaus). Cougar’s mom is 8 pounds and his father is a 30-pound jungle cat. He’s about 16 pounds, super intelligent, spirited, and toilet trained. A writer without a cat (or two) is not to be trusted.