I so didn't mean to bogart Amy's congrats! Hers should be the focus right now. Go Amy!
Jimmy Olsen jokes're pretty much gonna be lost on you, huh?
Xander ,'The Killer In Me'
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.
Pix - May 11, 2005 11:34:11 am PDT #2084 of 10001
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
Amy - May 11, 2005 11:37:12 am PDT #2085 of 10001
Because books.
Hers should be the focus right now.
Don't you be silly, and make me come up there and spank you.
deborah grabien - May 11, 2005 11:49:13 am PDT #2086 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
(taking prism and splitting congrats into perfect 50-50 rainbow arcs)
Pix - May 11, 2005 12:16:58 pm PDT #2087 of 10001
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
Don't you be silly, and make me come up there and spank you.
Is this supposed to be a threat?
Lyra Jane - May 11, 2005 12:32:57 pm PDT #2088 of 10001
Up with the sun
Yay AmyLiz!
Amy - May 11, 2005 12:40:56 pm PDT #2089 of 10001
Because books.
Is this supposed to be a threat?
Heh heh heh.
erikaj - May 11, 2005 12:47:41 pm PDT #2090 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
Yay! I'm just over here with the PlotSpackle...don't mind me.
Beverly - May 11, 2005 12:48:33 pm PDT #2091 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Wow, Amy, that's great news!
And so is Kristin's news.
We are replete with wonderful writers, ain't it great? I love this thread.
Amy - May 11, 2005 1:06:47 pm PDT #2092 of 10001
Because books.
PlotSpackle! How much do I love this! Heh. Pass it over when you're done...
DebetEsse - May 11, 2005 1:10:23 pm PDT #2093 of 10001
Woe to the fucking wicked.
I really couln't trim this without making it better, so it's sitting at 118, I think.
His eyes had been glued to her since he had seen her across the crowded ballroom. Though he had only seen her from the back, the blue-black hair that fell to her waist in long waves, the creamy bare shoulders peaking from between it and the emerald green dress that hugged her slender curves perfectly, he was already half in love. Once she turned toward him, he fell fully. With her perfect skin, she looked no older than 27, but, in her violet eyes, he could see something ancient—and eternal. Their gaze met, and, by the time they reached each-other, each knew that the other was the one they would spend the rest of their lives with.