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“She says she gets her best ideas while flying.”
“Does she always have to Twitter when we go places?”
@WandaW #flying #broomstick Flying over London. Beautiful this time of year. Thanks for the wagwort.
Determined that this year’s NaNoWriMo would be different, Wanda started writing at exactly midnight, even on her favorite holiday.
After haunting and cursing the right people, Margaret finally got her hands on the Apple tablet prototype.
She’s looking for a new recipe. She says she’s bored of the eye of newt and toe of frog stew.
If Bruhilda would just stop texting while driving, she might notice the high-rise she’s about to run into.
I long for the good ol’ days when she would write “Surrender Dorothy” in the sky instead of on Facebook.
“Just follow Hilda. She has the GPS.”
You’d think she wouldn’t have to look up the poison apple recipe every year.
Ever since Helga downloaded Wicked for her Kindle, the gang hasn’t been the same.
She’s going to hit something one of these days if she doesn’t watch where she’s going…
“All this ’social media’ is making her so anti-social,” complained Grue. “I was hoping this new tandem broom might help, but no, off she goes on her own again, twittering.”
” She’s just checking to see if this is a ‘dead zone’ “.
Screeching through the night, terrorizing small children . . . yea, there’s an app for that.
“I wish she wouldn’t Hex and Drive.”
An agent made the mistake of following her on twitter. Now she’s sending him a twitter query about her vampire/witch steampunk romance 140 characters at a time.
She’s never off that thing! We should just toss it in the cauldron!
“She said she wanted to fix her skin condition before NaNoWriMo.”
This is air traffic control…do you read me….what is your location?
She forgot to Tivo “The Wizard of Oz.”
“I remember when being a king-maker meant more than an online game of checkers.”
This dependency on her “Spell”-checker has got to stop.
Is she freaking Tweeting again? Brunhilda, nobody cares what flavor child you had for breakfast!
~or~
iWitch she would get off that damn thing!
Halloween witching hour just isn’t the same since NaNo started.
“What is she doing on that darn phone again?”
“Apparently she just had a breakthrough in her NaNoWriMo story… why always on Witches Night?
“The two best friends of my heroine in my novel just died in a tragic broom accident. Those hags will never see it coming.”
“I heard the spell-check’s terrible.”
Eyer since Hilda got that new iPhone her friends believe flying with just isn’t the same…
or
“Dang, she finally figured out you get better reception up here…”
“She always gets her best writing done on the commute.”
“She’s trying to turn her agent into a frog–says he hasn’t fulfilled the contract.”
“She’s updating her facebook status to ‘The Wicked Witch of the West is gonna pwn some noobs tonite and get me some ruby slippers!”
“Psst… what is she doing with that device?”
“I don’t know. she said she’s from the ‘tweety’ ages”
*beep* *beep* *beep*
“It’s her Elite frequent flier status. She gets free wi-fi whenever she flies.”
Her? She’s checking her frequent flyer miles.
“John reached out for Jane, just as the world exploded and everybody died. THE END.”
Just as Hilda finished the last line of her novel, she crashed into a skyscraper.
“Used to be one syllable in the wrong place and ‘Wham!’ – but now these new spell-checkers have taken all the fun out of witchcraft”
Hilde, Agatha just text me and said….TAG, you’re it!
I’ve been tempted by a virtual-familiar myself – but apparently its buggy as hell!
“Yes and last night she blew me away on guitar hero!”
“I somehow think if the editor of Good Housekeeping could see her now, she would not get so many sales!”
“what happened to the good old days when witches used magic wands, not magic devices!?” said wendy the witch.