I was doing a reformat on the Kindle version of Prelude to a Super Airplane over the weekend, and totally forgot there’s an amalgamated Twilight + Harry Potter series of novels that are part of the 19th subplot.
Anyway, Chapter 30 of PTSA was actually an excerpt from one of the books.
I thought this an apt time to post it here – if you’ve never read the Twilight books, sadly this is exactly what they’re written like. Everything after this sentence is lifted directly from my book.
30
(I know this has nothing to do with airplanes, but I wanted to put it here, because I’m hoping if I put like a blurb on the cover, I can sell more copies of the book.
This is an excerpt from “Andreanna Marsupial and the New Moon’s Glow”, the fourth book in the Andreanna Marsupial saga. All material is copyright of the author, Stephenie Piperbraum, or however you say that correctly.)
CHAPTER 143 – THE END OF ACT 1
I wasn’t sure. I didn’t know if I should or not. The television was sitting there in front of me, and I’d been looking at it for several hours, debating whether to turn it on or not. My father, Lugustus, had bought the television many years ago – it was old now, but when he bought it, it was new.
[Like here is how to read the rest.]
The Secret Origin
(FYI – to your left is a reprint of the very first appearance of the Orange Roundie, born May 17th, 2006.
It’s interesting reading that post – it seems even then I knew it was something orangier and roundier than it appeared. Also of note: the term wasn’t actually attached to the synthetic ball when it was created…that’s crazy.)
It would almost be a crime against myself not to mention the final demise of the Orange Roundie, at least as far as the NBA goes. They’re all-leather, all-the-time, for-all-time, it appears.
Of course, the Orange Roundie can never really die, as noted in this completely random thing I had nothing to do with at all.
But really, the death of a composite (he’ll always be “synthetic” to me) basketball is nothing compared to the true anguish people go through when Harry Potter 6 gets pushed back seven months.
Jean Fink, a 51-year-old Los Angeles artist who also works as an administrative assistant, was so distraught after a night of fitful sleep that she dashed off a scathing message to the man who’d betrayed her. “I can’t breath amymore [sic] because you just ripped out my heart,” she wrote in an Aug. 15 email.
Really?
Now, I don’t want to rip on Jean too much, but how do you get all the way to age 51 and feel that passionate about a children’s book series about magic tricks?
I mean, I’m not nearly 51, but I’ve already reached the point wherein you realize seven months isn’t that long at all.
If they were just scrapping it altogether, I could see not being able to breathe anymore, but even then, I think I’d find a way to start breathing again before spending my last moments ripping off emails to the head of Warner Brothers.
One of the earliest things I remember my father teaching me was, “Son…if you’re dead, you can’t watch Harry Potter movies at all.”
This was a full 15 years before Harry Potter existed, so like my dad is a pretty impressive guy, regardless of whether that’s even good advice.
