(taking prism and splitting congrats into perfect 50-50 rainbow arcs)
Buffy: Where are the burgers? Riley: Yeah man, I'm starving. Cow me. Xander: I'd love to make with the moo but the fire's not cooperating.
'Lessons'
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.
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.
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.
Ginger - May 11, 2005 1:30:49 pm PDT #2094 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Great news, Kristin.
Hee, DebetEsse. When reading the bad fic, I do keep having the feeling I've read books that bad or worse.
I am, for example, currently reading In the Wake of the Plague, a well reviewed nonfiction book about the Black Death. Here is a sample sentence: "From the heated loins of Henry Plantagenet and Eleanor of Aquitaine had sprung a genetic order of fighting royal monsters." I should have been more suspicious when I realized that one of the glowing reviewers was Anne Rice.
Susan W. - May 11, 2005 2:13:19 pm PDT #2095 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
STILL waiting to get the scores and critiques back from that writing contest. I know from when I was having my mail problems that they were supposed to go in the mail last week. You'd think that even if last week meant Friday or Saturday, with priority mail postage (which I know they had, since I had to provide a return SASE) they should be here by now!
It's a stupid thing to angst over, I know, but it's the first time total strangers have seen the opening of the wip, so I'm just dying to get the verdict here. Did it miss the finals by one point? Tank? Have one judge love it, one hate it, and one give it a meh? Inquiring minds are going crazy with the not knowing!
I'm making myself wait till Friday's mail arrives before I email the coordinator or ask on the contest discussion loop if anyone else has gotten theirs back. Because I don't want to be That Contestant.