Oh, yeah. That's a show I wish I'd have seen. I think I need to get back to SF for a spell, and this time not be on a whirlwind tour.
'Selfless'
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.
I think I need to get back to SF for a spell, and this time not be on a whirlwind tour.
Seconded.
What Perkins Said.
And Perkins, insending shortly.
One of my least favourite cliches.
If Wishes Were Horses...
Letter to a ghost:
Are you bored yet? Bored with my dislocation, my endless groping for one bright strand of memory in yesterday's mists, my bottomless grinding need for clarity and resolution?
You are? All right, my darling. Then grant me a wish.
Give me back just one day. I swear I'd fit it all in: I would tell you I loved you, and prove it. I would take you back to bed with no apologies, with all the joy I possess. I would make you tell me why I shouldn't leave you.
Are you bored with the beggar, riding?
Ooof. deb.
Yeah. "Ooof" pretty much sums it up.
deb! I sent out my first batch of query letters today.
Nervous and excited and hopeful and realistic am I, all at the same time.
Allyson, you rock like a mad thing, you know that?
Let the games begin! And now we sit back, and see what comes of round one....
April is over. Since I restarted the wip in February, I'm three months in. As of tonight, I made it to p. 150, right where I want to be. Chapter Eight. Roughly 37K words. In my head the novel is split into three roughly equal acts, and I hit the end of Act I right around p. 130--perfect for my goal of a 400-page manuscript.
I feel good. And now I'm going to bed.
Yay, Allyson! It's a book I would read, for sure.