samdonne: The Cowgirl Variant. The Cowgirl Variant. I woke up in pain at four in the morning, took some drugs, drank some tea, (chose not to read; I have been reading faster than Amazon can deliver), and wrote this. Then filled up half a notebook with scraps. Do not read the following if you cannot deal with uncertainty and long wait. This needs another forty thousand words, and the only way for that to happen soon would be for me to default on my contracts, be sent to jail for treason or crime de Lese Majeste or some such, at which point, yes, I would have time to write. Mostly I need to get it out of my system. in unread_yet_sgawith a_mteylayour_cowboy_days_are_over