As soon as I saw "home" I knew exactly what I was going to write. I just have to get home so I can start physically writing it. I thought it was independent of the pictures, but it could sort of be attached to #3. Sort of. There's a beach in the picture but it's the wrong kind of beach.
You want to meet the real me now?
Mal ,'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.
askye - May 02, 2005 9:56:49 am PDT #1584 of 10001
Thrive to spite them
askye - May 02, 2005 9:57:42 am PDT #1585 of 10001
Thrive to spite them
I love all the drabbles, but Aimee just broke me.
Aims - May 02, 2005 9:58:21 am PDT #1586 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
t fixes askye
ChiKat - May 02, 2005 10:04:17 am PDT #1587 of 10001
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
You'd better fix me, too, missy.
These are great drabbles. Wonderful topic, Teppy!
Aims - May 02, 2005 10:04:32 am PDT #1588 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
t fixes ChiKat
Pix - May 02, 2005 10:08:29 am PDT #1589 of 10001
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
t needs fixing as well
Aims - May 02, 2005 10:09:23 am PDT #1590 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
I already felt you up, greedy.
Pix - May 02, 2005 10:15:32 am PDT #1591 of 10001
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
Damn! Foiled again.
Aims - May 02, 2005 10:17:47 am PDT #1592 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Feeled, honey. Feeled.
erikaj - May 02, 2005 10:18:09 am PDT #1593 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
The Balmer Thing
ETA: This could be *so* much longer, I think.
Can you feel at home somewhere you’ve never even been? Maybe if you can love some place for being crime-infested and riddled with drugs.I always have loved the underdog. Charm City is a feisty little underdog, overshadowed by The Big Apple and those jerk-offs in DC.(But it was learning about Baltimore that pushed me to see the District’s, other more, human face.)
My real home town is relentlessly sunny and new, full of transplants from Chicago who see a miracle in our mild winters and non-rusted cars. Aside from Cubs fandom, they leave their funk at home, the better to enjoy what the ads call lifestyle. I find it lacks both style and life, but we have six malls. When Krispy Kreme opened, not only were there lines around the block, but the news sent a reporter to interview the people as they waited. I was ripe to cheat on this place after that.
Funny that it was a New Yorker reading the line “the city of the broken hearted,” that gave me an adopted hometown.Nobody comes to either of us seeking glamour, but we both are hanging in, despite not quite knowing where we fit as the world changes around us. Writing has given both of us life, but not really the one we were expecting, but we don’t share this often...it’s just not our way.