Zoe: Preacher, don't the Bible have some pretty specific things to say about killing? Book: Quite specific. It is, however, somewhat fuzzier on the subject of kneecaps.

'War Stories'


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.


Lee - Apr 30, 2005 9:23:07 am PDT #1549 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

I think I need to get back to SF for a spell, and this time not be on a whirlwind tour.

Seconded.


deborah grabien - Apr 30, 2005 10:19:49 am PDT #1550 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

What Perkins Said.

And Perkins, insending shortly.


deborah grabien - Apr 30, 2005 1:11:37 pm PDT #1551 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

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?


Topic!Cindy - Apr 30, 2005 2:09:31 pm PDT #1552 of 10001
What is even happening?

Ooof. deb.


deborah grabien - Apr 30, 2005 2:12:12 pm PDT #1553 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

Yeah. "Ooof" pretty much sums it up.


Allyson - Apr 30, 2005 9:24:35 pm PDT #1554 of 10001
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica

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.


deborah grabien - Apr 30, 2005 9:56:27 pm PDT #1555 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

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....


Susan W. - Apr 30, 2005 10:26:03 pm PDT #1556 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights

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.


Scrappy - May 01, 2005 7:49:39 am PDT #1557 of 10001
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.

Yay, Allyson! It's a book I would read, for sure.


Ginger - May 01, 2005 11:38:11 am PDT #1558 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

I couldn't get this down to 100 words, and this clearly has no socially redeeming value. I couldn't resist, though.

Looking back, I can see that the merger of Ace's Amazing Acts and the Gambini Family Circus was the beginning of the end for The Professor. We had been eking out a living as an "educated" horse act in a small traveling circus. The Professor amazed the audiences by her knowledge of the number of days of the week and ability to add and subtract. When asked, "Who's the stupidest person in the tent?" the Professor would point one hoof at me and nod wisely. She was, of course, reacting to my nearly inaudible clicks and subtle hand gestures, but at least half the marks seemed to believe she really was "the World's Smartest Horse." The world of the small traveling circus was getting smaller, though, and when the two circuses merged, we found ourselves on the same bill as Einstein the Genius Horse and his owner, Ray Gambini. We had much the same shtick, and we started practicing having both horses do the same sums and "compete" answering the questions. Ray and Einstein did one act that we just couldn't match. He asked Einstein to give the square roots of numbers. The Professor could never get the right answer, and she became more and more discouraged. It wasn't her fault; the problem was that I couldn't do square roots in my head. But the Professor took it personally, and she became more and more listless. I tried to add fortune telling to the act, but she would just look over at Einstein and not even try. I had to practically drag her to the water trough, and she finally just faded away. She had given up on life when she couldn't answer the square root of 169. I guess it's proof that you can lead a dead horse to water, but you can't teach her new tricks.