I've got to think. Many of those pictures don't ping me yet. But that happened last time, too. They're like mold, one tiny spore and a whole freaking colony blooms, eventually.
Bunch of wanna blessed-bes. Nowadays every girl with a henna tattoo and a spice rack thinks she's a sister to the dark ones.
Willow ,'Bring On The Night'
The Great Write Way, Chapter Two: Twice upon a time...
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
SailAweigh - Apr 04, 2005 1:47:04 pm PDT #1048 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Atropa - Apr 04, 2005 2:00:14 pm PDT #1049 of 10001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
The drabbles have all been fantastic. I haven't had time to write any yet, but you better believe I'm going to ...
deborah grabien - Apr 04, 2005 2:06:51 pm PDT #1050 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
In non-drabble news, the trials and tribulations of publishing, example 3,147, courtesy of Toni, my editor's assistant:
Hi, Deborah-
I have here the copyedited ms. of Matty Groves. I'd like to send it to you by FedEx. May I mail it to your home address and will you be available to sign off on it, or should I?
We're asking to have it back by 4/15.
Is there any damned reason on this green green planet why they allow so little time? I told Toni that if she can get it to me before Thursday morning, I'll work on it on the NY flight and hand it to Ruth come Monday. But what is it with publishers?
Nicole - Apr 04, 2005 2:39:34 pm PDT #1051 of 10001
I'm getting the pig!
I haven't had time to write any yet, but you better believe I'm going to ...
My day just improved by leaps and bounds!
Anxiously awaits Jilli's drabbles on pics...
SailAweigh - Apr 04, 2005 2:53:35 pm PDT #1052 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Beat It
Cigarette. Enrolled in the textile school for nostalgia. Now, she thinks, it’s all false. Her past unraveled because she has no future. She wishes her cigarette was made of marijuana, that would be true.
Pipe. Stamps due dates in books at the school of Library Science. All those words around him; he can’t write a single thing. His future can’t be written because all the words of the past have burned away. His pipe won’t light.
Hipster. Drunk, as usual. It’s the only way to keep all the numbers from lining up. Then, maybe, E=mc2 won’t burn them all away.
Ailleann - Apr 04, 2005 4:26:48 pm PDT #1053 of 10001
vanguard of the socialist Hollywood liberal homosexualist agenda
reluctantly hits the post button
I've lurked here for a long time, and I am constantly amazed by the quality of writing (that I get to read for free! such a thief...)
Anyway, I've finally got one, as inspiration is slow to come for me. It's probably terrible, but I know you all will forgive. :) This is for Picture Four, for the little girl in the back. (Also, 100 words is hard!!)
I try to look forward, but I see only Papa. I was to visit them next summer… catch fish at the river, play rough games with my cousins, drive Nana insane with my “tomboy antics.”
But now he’s dead, and all I see is his face. My dear Papa, once so vibrant, now only a shell. Pale skin, almost waxen. His best suit, the last time I’ll see it. Busy hands, now folded and still. Cheeks sunken, unnatural, collapsing without his beautiful soul.
Father snaps the picture, and I look at the wall and try not to break in two.
Steph L. - Apr 04, 2005 5:15:23 pm PDT #1054 of 10001
the hardest to learn / was the least complicated
Ailleann, you are CRAZY about thinking it's terrible! I like it -- it's very powerful, particularly the last line.
dcp - Apr 04, 2005 5:36:37 pm PDT #1055 of 10001
Useta-could.
Half a drabble. I tried padding it out, but it didn't seem to work. Suggestions?
Picture six: [link]
FOR SALE
"Hortense," a donkey, five years old, teeth good, hooves excellent. No history of colic, heaves, or laminitis.
Patient, gentle, steadfast, occasionally stubborn. Tolerates goats. Dislikes children and dogs.
Bridle, standard saddle, side saddle, and sundry other tack available separately, prices negotiable.
Only one previous owner, the late widow Renault, who only rode her on Sundays, to and from church.
SailAweigh - Apr 04, 2005 5:47:34 pm PDT #1056 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
dcp, I wouldn't change anything! I love that "only rode her on Sundays, to and from church," Bwah! Talk about turning a cliche on its head.
You could consider prefacing/interspersing it with the thoughts of the person writing the add. How did they really feel about the donkey? How did the donkey interact with original owner, did it take any of its personality from her?
Steph L. - Apr 04, 2005 6:26:43 pm PDT #1057 of 10001
the hardest to learn / was the least complicated
Drabble for picture three:
Afterward, I thought of that summer as the Lost Summer, a blur of blues and beiges, sea and sky and sand. Larry, with his omnipresent cocktail, was the putative host, though invitations were never really issued, and lack of same wasn't a problem; guests just showed up, dogs and coolers of beer in tow, and Larry seemed to know them all.
It was a constant trickle of fruity alcoholic drinks, naps at midday, and raucous shenanigans until the wee hours, every night. The goal was supreme decadence, pursued with zeal. This was nirvana, we declared, and vowed to repeat it every summer for the rest of our lives.
I can't remember more than a handful of names now, if I ever knew them then, and I lost touch with Larry years ago. Every summer, though, I think of them, and wonder if they're still on that beach, drinks in hand, pursuing their idyll with fervent dedication.