Wicked Witch of Publishing is on Vacation

“Gone Fly Fishing”

 

 

 

7 Responses to “Wicked Witch of Publishing is on Vacation”

  1. V.S. Says:

    How long can one person fish???

  2. Maxine Says:

    Yeah, quite. I’m missing you. The blogosphere kind of lacks that crucial edge without you in it. But have a good time catching some good ones on that hook.

  3. Andy O'Hara Says:

    You appear to have caught a tree. Mayhaps you should come back to blogging :)

  4. Gina Burgess Says:

    I am jealous!
    Now, you are gone just when things are getting interesting in the publishing world. What with a frustrated author, David Lassman sending of slightly disguised Jane Austin works with his name plastered all over them and only one editor catching the plagerism. Catch your fish and come back. You are missed.

  5. staghounds Says:

    Jane Austin, the famous Texas goat roper? I had no idea she was an author.

    I didn’t know you fished, now my crush is even worse.

    But don’t hurry back, the working world will still be here.

    Every minute on the water is well spent.

  6. Bill Liversidge Says:

    Have you caught anything yet?

  7. staghounds Says:

    It’s the fishing, not the catching.

    Man loves to fish, and he’s got a great Saturday planned. At 5 A. M., he slips quietly from bed and creeps downstairs, where he has all his clothes and gear ready. He dresses, then opens the garage door to find that it’s ugly outside. High winds and unseasonable cold, actual sleet is falling. So he decides the hell with it, goes back in, undresses, and slips back into bed. He starts to feel a bit amorous, so he cuddles up behind his wife and murmurs, “You won’t believe how foul the weather is, wind and sleet!”

    The wife snuggles back and says, “I know, can you believe he still goes fishing in it?”

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