Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Serials and Spoofarios ~ Shal Lowell

Here it is, Dregs readers. Don't say I didn't warn you. Day two "for my poor pregnant friend who's not dealing well with the heat."

The standard Dregs Questions and answers by Shal Lowell.

Bio: Shal Lowell is a writer, agent and is gorgeous. Enough said. Buy the book, You Don't Deserve Me, Loser.

Book, music, person, food you would take with you on a very long trip.

Me. My book and I.

Where would you most like to travel ----- moon, north pole, deep seas, deserted island, the holy land or back to a place from your childhood, somewhere else? – and why.

As long as there are maids and room service and adoring men, it really doesn't matter.

Favorite book setting and why?

Mine. Duh!

Which compliment related to your writing has meant the most and why?

At least a hundred people have told me that my book changed their lives.

(editorial note: mine, too. Please read yesterday's post....)

What criticism has cut the deepest and why?

Yeah. That's exactly what's going to happen if I get any criticism. Sure hope you are planning to write a good review.

What would you do today if you knew you had only a week to live?

Get revenge. Probably burn down my old high school.

What is your favorite word?

Shal is beautiful.

What word annoys you more than any other?


Superhero you most admire and why?

My inner strength and enlightenment.

Super power you'd love to borrow for awhile?

Beauty. Oh, wait, I don't need to borrow it. I own it.

Favorite chore

Ordering my maid around.

Grammatical pet peeve…sound off.

Stupid people who like, act like, they are the grammar police. Duh!

Societal pet peeve…sound off.

Pretty much anyone who ticks me off. Oh, I hate stupid questions, too. Notice I didn't answer very many of yours.

Creative Corner: Pick one and have fun with it.

Two middle-aged females talking animatedly. One wears a very short skirt, and she ought not to be……………. Give me a scene, dialogue, characterization, drama……

Hello! Liposuction. Or better yet, a new planet for ugly people.

It was a damp and dismal afternoon. (Yes, as in It was a dark and stormy night : ) )

And Jackson went outside to stalk me again. After being stalked by over a thousand men this month, I'd had it. I flung open the door and screamed, "LEAVE ME ALONE!" loudly and then I burst into tears. I hate that I inherited my sensitive nature from my mother.

Jackson put his hands up. "I'm sorry. I don't want to bug you but you've cast some sort of spell on me because of your great beauty. What can I do to make you mine?" He said pathetically and desperately.

"How much money do you have? Because without big bucks you won't even come close to this." Then I laughed and left him crying in my dust. Donald Trump doesn't even have enough money for me. And his hair...Jackson has okay hair. Maybe he needs to stalk Trump and then they'll morph into one creature with money and great hair that still won't be able to deserve me.