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I love a Bookbeast, and his name is Franz…

Well, National Blog Yourself Delerious Month is nearly over…I’m glad I gave it a shot (am, in fact, delerious right now!), but I’ll be glad to be done.

But thanks to the blogosphere, fate, and Lydia, a bookbeast is coming to live with me. His name is Franz, and he’s so surreal that I may set him to work editing my novel as soon as he unpacks. Actually, I’ll probably take him out for coffee first. A bookbeast must be greeted properly after all–and I need him to be surreal, not snarky. Not to mention I’d like him to share in my caffeine addiction–how else are we going to live together and make great books?

I’m also going to ask him to explain how to recognize surrealism, plain ordinary weirdness, and bad writing. A bookbeasts knowledge, I suspect, is vast. And he looks good too.

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