The Shaft thing is a running joke with DH--he wanted me to have a character named Rod Shaft, and since I write Regencies, it had to become Rodney Shaftington, Duke of Ravensomething.
Love isn't brains, children, it's blood, blood screaming inside you to work its will.
Spike ,'Sleeper'
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.
Susan W. - May 09, 2005 12:29:32 pm PDT #1962 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
deborah grabien - May 09, 2005 12:31:14 pm PDT #1963 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
The Right Honourable Roderick Shaftleigh-Greatgirth.
Susan W. - May 09, 2005 12:32:33 pm PDT #1964 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
t laughs helplessly
deborah grabien - May 09, 2005 12:34:01 pm PDT #1965 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
And his noble war steed, Levitra.
Aims - May 09, 2005 12:34:05 pm PDT #1966 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Mary Who?
I Ellsbeth sat in my her bedroom, combing my her waist length blonde hair. My Her evil stepmother had locked me her up again. The crime? Only getting an A minus on my her calculus exam. What did she expect?? It wasn’t enough that I Ellspeth was Homecoming Queen, Princess of the Forrest, Captain of the Cheerleading squad AND voted Most Popular, Prettiest Smile and Funniest Girl every year since I she was 4. What to wear to the ball? The periwinkle silk that brings out my her cornflower eyes or the rose that brings out the slight smattering of freckles on my her perfect nose? I Ellsbeth sighed the sigh of a girl tormented by my her own beauty.
Astarte - May 09, 2005 12:36:54 pm PDT #1967 of 10001
Not having has never been the thing I've regretted most in my life. Not trying is.
doubling over with laughter
Y'all are fun-knee!
SailAweigh - May 09, 2005 12:52:06 pm PDT #1968 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Well, there's no way I can compete with the bad porn, for it is truly bad. I laughed until I cried, bad.
Twu Wuv
I know she loves me; it’s obvious. Look at the way she was so impressed with my ability to catch popcorn in my mouth at the movie theater today, half the bucket at once, a feat never before attempted by one man alone, much less in the middle of the latest Star Wars installment. For a moment, I thought half the row behind me was going to break into applause when I heard their amazed shouts of “Would you look at what he’s doing now?” She has to be dying for me, I saw that longing gaze she sent me.
deborah grabien - May 09, 2005 1:00:24 pm PDT #1969 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Aimee is skinning me alive, I'm laughing so hard. I wouldn't even attempt a romance-themed baddie; I can do the porn, but not the bodice-y stuff.
And awwwwwwww, Sail: Geek Bad!
SailAweigh - May 09, 2005 1:06:58 pm PDT #1970 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
I just got home and since everyone else had already gotten to the good manroot, I figured I'd have to come up with something a little more lame (and tame.)
Strix - May 09, 2005 1:20:18 pm PDT #1971 of 10001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
Canny shook back her main of fiery hair to her tiny waist, man-spannable. Her delicate nostrils flaired as a wave of pure lust hit her aromatically like ten thousand battering rams through her conciousness.
It was the scent of aroused vampire!
He loomed before her, a towering bulwark of dangerous sexuality. Sex shimmered off him like the sun blazing back up from the hard desert floor. Even her stubborn strength of will, smelted in the furnace of her soul, could not defy the lure of his beguilment.
His dark dangerous eyes shot out messages to her. Come to me! he shouted silently, and her head lolled back on its fragile stem, submission writ on every straining line of her. She felt her feminine core turn liqiud, like a great puddle of butter, melting in sun. Her horsewoman's thighs trembled, then loosened in acquiesence.
And the dark night came upon her.