"Cormac Brown" is my pen name. I'm an up-and-slumming writer in the city of Saint Francis and I'm following in the footsteps of Hammett...minus the TB and working for the Pinkerton Agency. A couple of stories that I've stiched and stapled together, can be found here.
When you ask me if I miss you, I hem, I haw. I drag it out, but when it comes to you, I couldn't play coy with a gun to my head. Yes I miss you. I miss you like an Englishman misses a sunny day.
No, I'm kidding. It's a throwaway line from a jettisoned romcom script I wrote almost a decade ago. I used to write romcoms, can you imagine that?
Gifted,
I've spent five and a half days in England, the majority of that time was in London and the sun popped out for about an hour altogether. Yet Dover was nice and bright...go figure.
7 comments:
Awww. How sweet. I didn't know you had a softy side.
Having lived in that sometimes sunless land, I can relate to that sort of missing
V. Sweet
Pyzahn,
"I didn't know you had a softy side."
It's fiction.
No, I'm kidding. It's a throwaway line from a jettisoned romcom script I wrote almost a decade ago. I used to write romcoms, can you imagine that?
Gifted,
I've spent five and a half days in England, the majority of that time was in London and the sun popped out for about an hour altogether. Yet Dover was nice and bright...go figure.
bet they weren't called romcoms back then
Cormcoms
ha
Gifted,
Mirror, mirror, on the wall
Who is the smoothest Typist of them all?
Shit, you sound like me. Don't start posting pictures of your dog in funny outfits!
Creepy,
We don't have a dog because Mr. Landlord says so. Yet, who can resist a doxie? I know I can't.
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