Because I forget that readers come and readers go, I also forget that not everybody will know the background behind Blue Barb. So, please read
Then, if you are so inclined, go to the categories box toward the bottom of my right-hand column and select Blue Barb from the drop-down menu. There you should be able to catch up on all of her antics.
I actually wrote a Blue Barb novel for NaNoWriMo in 2007, but I haven’t looked at it since. I think I need to pull it out and do some editing, rewriting, and finishing up. It had my oldest two rolling on the floor laughing when they were reading it, so maybe it would actually be marketable. If I finish it. I don’t know.
At any rate, intellectual property rights and all that, so don’t go stealing my Blue Barb. Or I’ll let her out to hunt you down. Along with a team of rabid lawyers.
Not that I think any of my regular readers would do something that heinous. But you folks who stumble across my blog looking for the lyrics to the c00ter/cooler slushing/sloshing/slashing in the bed/back of my/your truck song, and then leave obscene comments about how Ashton Shepherd’s cooler (only not cooler, if you know what I’m saying) can slush/slosh in the back of your truck any time? Well, I don’t trust you as much.
And George, if you’re out there, Tewt the Newt can’t find the pond.