to be welcomed by the world w/open arms?
Abby_Donovan: I didn’t write it for the whole world. I wrote it for me.
MarkBaynard: Then that’s what you need to do again. Write yourself another book.
Abby_Donovan: But I know in my heart I’ll never write anything as good as that book.
MarkBaynard: Then write a piece of crap. It doesn’t matter what you write as long as you stop beating yourself up about not writing and start writing.
Abby_Donovan: I don’t love you anymore. I don’t even like you. And I won’t marry you, not even if you do know the name of Veronica Mars’s dog.
MarkBaynard: Does this mean no more tweetsex?
Abby_Donovan: I’ll be too tired for tweetsex. I’ll be too busy writing this stupid book. So you can just wrap your own tongue around your throbbing …
MarkBaynard: That’s my girl. Now go call your agent. Tell her you’ve had a breakthrough.
Abby_Donovan: A breakthrough or a breakdown?
MarkBaynard: Whatever gets you to Chapter Six.
Abby_Donovan: I’m afraid, Mark. What if I can’t do it?
MarkBaynard: We’re all afraid, Abby.
Abby_Donovan: Oh, yeah. What are you afraid of?
MarkBaynard: The same things you are. Taking the wrong chance. Not being there for the people who depend on you.
Abby_Donovan: Is that all you’ve got? No homespun homilies? No motivational mantras? Where did Yoda go when I need him?
MarkBaynard: Back to that swamp in Dagobah to practice his kung fu.
Abby_Donovan: Shifty little muppet.
MarkBaynard: The force may not be with you, Abby. But I will be.
Abby_Donovan: Goodnight House
MarkBaynard: Goodnight Cuddy
Abby_Donovan: Goodnight Wilson (except Wilson is a lot nicer than you)
MarkBaynard: Goodnight Cameron
Abby_Donovan: Goodnight Foreman
MarkBaynard: Goodnight 13 (who is in no way hotter than you)
Abby_Donovan: Goodnight Chase
MarkBaynard: Goodnight Tweetheart …
Tuesday, June 7—1:56 p.m.
MarkBaynard: What are you wearing?
Abby_Donovan: Rizzo’s Pink Lady jacket from GREASE over Kate Beckinsale’s black leather catsuit from UNDERWORLD.
MarkBaynard: Mrrrrreow!
Abby_Donovan: Why do men love those UNDERWORLD movies so much?
MarkBaynard: I don’t know, but I’m sure it has absolutely nothing to do with the way Kate Beckinsale looked in that catsuit.
Abby_Donovan: So what are YOU wearing?
MarkBaynard: John Wayne’s tweed hat from THE QUIET MAN and the smile the automatic pilot was wearing at the end of AIRPLANE.
Abby_Donovan: I was too self-obsessed to ask where in the world Mark Baynard was the last time we tweeted.
MarkBaynard: VIEW FROM MY iPHONE: http://twitphoto.com/MB7sth
Abby_Donovan: Oh! OH!!! Tell me that’s not …
MarkBaynard: I’m sitting at the top of Blarney Castle in County Cork, trying to find the words to describe a green that’s utterly indescribable.
Abby_Donovan: You won’t even have to kiss the Blarney Stone since you already have the gift of gab. Or at least the gift of tweet.
MarkBaynard: So how is the writing going today?
Abby_Donovan: VIEW FROM MY LAPTOP: http://tweetpic.com/2825190614
MarkBaynard: Am I seeing what I think I’m seeing? Are those the two most beautiful words in the English language—CHAPTER SIX?
Abby_Donovan: No, the two most beautiful words would be THE END. But this is a start. Especially since I’ve already written 15 pages to go with them.
MarkBaynard: Filled with your usual sparkling wit and sartorial brilliance, no doubt?
Abby_Donovan: Oh no. I took your advice. They’re a total load of crap.
MarkBaynard: I’ve never been so proud to be your muse!
Abby_Donovan: Is that what you are? I thought you were my nemesis.
MarkBaynard: Salieri to your Mozart!
Abby_Donovan: Moriarty to my Sherlock Holmes!
MarkBaynard: Prince John to those two brats in the tower!
Abby_Donovan: The Sheriff of Nottingham to my Robin Hood!
MarkBaynard: Blofeld to your James Bond!
Abby_Donovan: Dr. Evil to my Austin Powers!
MarkBaynard: Donald Trump to your Joan Rivers!
Abby_Donovan: Kanye West
Abby_Donovan: I didn’t write it for the whole world. I wrote it for me.
MarkBaynard: Then that’s what you need to do again. Write yourself another book.
Abby_Donovan: But I know in my heart I’ll never write anything as good as that book.
MarkBaynard: Then write a piece of crap. It doesn’t matter what you write as long as you stop beating yourself up about not writing and start writing.
Abby_Donovan: I don’t love you anymore. I don’t even like you. And I won’t marry you, not even if you do know the name of Veronica Mars’s dog.
MarkBaynard: Does this mean no more tweetsex?
Abby_Donovan: I’ll be too tired for tweetsex. I’ll be too busy writing this stupid book. So you can just wrap your own tongue around your throbbing …
MarkBaynard: That’s my girl. Now go call your agent. Tell her you’ve had a breakthrough.
Abby_Donovan: A breakthrough or a breakdown?
MarkBaynard: Whatever gets you to Chapter Six.
Abby_Donovan: I’m afraid, Mark. What if I can’t do it?
MarkBaynard: We’re all afraid, Abby.
Abby_Donovan: Oh, yeah. What are you afraid of?
MarkBaynard: The same things you are. Taking the wrong chance. Not being there for the people who depend on you.
Abby_Donovan: Is that all you’ve got? No homespun homilies? No motivational mantras? Where did Yoda go when I need him?
MarkBaynard: Back to that swamp in Dagobah to practice his kung fu.
Abby_Donovan: Shifty little muppet.
MarkBaynard: The force may not be with you, Abby. But I will be.
Abby_Donovan: Goodnight House
MarkBaynard: Goodnight Cuddy
Abby_Donovan: Goodnight Wilson (except Wilson is a lot nicer than you)
MarkBaynard: Goodnight Cameron
Abby_Donovan: Goodnight Foreman
MarkBaynard: Goodnight 13 (who is in no way hotter than you)
Abby_Donovan: Goodnight Chase
MarkBaynard: Goodnight Tweetheart …
Tuesday, June 7—1:56 p.m.
MarkBaynard: What are you wearing?
Abby_Donovan: Rizzo’s Pink Lady jacket from GREASE over Kate Beckinsale’s black leather catsuit from UNDERWORLD.
MarkBaynard: Mrrrrreow!
Abby_Donovan: Why do men love those UNDERWORLD movies so much?
MarkBaynard: I don’t know, but I’m sure it has absolutely nothing to do with the way Kate Beckinsale looked in that catsuit.
Abby_Donovan: So what are YOU wearing?
MarkBaynard: John Wayne’s tweed hat from THE QUIET MAN and the smile the automatic pilot was wearing at the end of AIRPLANE.
Abby_Donovan: I was too self-obsessed to ask where in the world Mark Baynard was the last time we tweeted.
MarkBaynard: VIEW FROM MY iPHONE: http://twitphoto.com/MB7sth
Abby_Donovan: Oh! OH!!! Tell me that’s not …
MarkBaynard: I’m sitting at the top of Blarney Castle in County Cork, trying to find the words to describe a green that’s utterly indescribable.
Abby_Donovan: You won’t even have to kiss the Blarney Stone since you already have the gift of gab. Or at least the gift of tweet.
MarkBaynard: So how is the writing going today?
Abby_Donovan: VIEW FROM MY LAPTOP: http://tweetpic.com/2825190614
MarkBaynard: Am I seeing what I think I’m seeing? Are those the two most beautiful words in the English language—CHAPTER SIX?
Abby_Donovan: No, the two most beautiful words would be THE END. But this is a start. Especially since I’ve already written 15 pages to go with them.
MarkBaynard: Filled with your usual sparkling wit and sartorial brilliance, no doubt?
Abby_Donovan: Oh no. I took your advice. They’re a total load of crap.
MarkBaynard: I’ve never been so proud to be your muse!
Abby_Donovan: Is that what you are? I thought you were my nemesis.
MarkBaynard: Salieri to your Mozart!
Abby_Donovan: Moriarty to my Sherlock Holmes!
MarkBaynard: Prince John to those two brats in the tower!
Abby_Donovan: The Sheriff of Nottingham to my Robin Hood!
MarkBaynard: Blofeld to your James Bond!
Abby_Donovan: Dr. Evil to my Austin Powers!
MarkBaynard: Donald Trump to your Joan Rivers!
Abby_Donovan: Kanye West
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