drainedBPAL Description:
Truck stop sleaze. Weedy dandelion and hops with a whiff of tobacco and hemp and a swirl of booziness.
My Notes:
Boy, doesn't that sound enticing? There's no vague aroma of urine and sleazy sex near the lav, though, so I think it's missing an essential note.
Vial: Well, it does indeed smell like dandelions and beer.
Wet: Dandelions! Dandelion wine, maybe even. How summery. (Dandelions are one of the mahy things about civilization that I miss, living in Las Vegas as I do.)
Drydown: It's drying off to BPAL's kind of standard green herbaceous scent on my wrists, although the dandelions are sticking around in my cleavage. (That sentence is just so wrong)
Dry: Dandelions
Okay, there's my kind of ragamuffin three-page synopsis written, which mostly boils down to "Here are the characters and the nifty SFnal thing--and then a miracle occurs."
I am so burned out it isn't funny. Hopefully this sad approximation of a proposal will pass muster, and I can go back on vacation until the edits for Carnival arrive. (I think it came out pretty coherent, so I'm hoping they won't be too onerous. And if I can talk my editor into giving me another twenty pages, maybe the ending won't even feel rushed. *g*)
