Erin, I'd be happy to as well.
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.
Kristin, insent.
Susan, thanks so much. I was following the one page resume rule; is that rule now dead?
Well, it's more a suggestion than a rule. I know when I've been on the hiring side of the desk, I'd rather look at an easy-to-read 1 1/2-pager with nice bits of white space than a crowded 1-pager. It'd be different if you were two years out of undergrad and had a long resume because you'd listed every last little activity you did in college and high school and went on in great detail about your burger-flipping job when you were 16, but yours looked to be relevant info.
OK, cool.
I hate smooshing it, anyway.
First pass pages for Matty have arrived. Layout looks good. Proofing.
This is the annoying bit. Word by word....
(pssst! Deb! I sent something to your e-mail addy.)
Heh. Got it, Jilli, and we have twice backflung, and all is of the wellness.
The Drabble, it burns like hygiene!
His ice-blue eyes burned with the barely-contained rage of his barbarian heritage as he pressed the cold steel blade, nicked by a thousand bloody battles, against the soft city-man's flabby throat. His grim visage snarled, tiger-like, and each muscle clenched, bulging with fury unbound by the weak laws of the lowland civilizations. Cravenly trembling, the innkeeper cowered before him, damp hands wringing anxiously.
"Too much of your piss-weak city ale have I drunk, and yet not enough that your low-lander tricks can deceive me!"
Cromagh fiercely shook his lion-like black mane from his burning eyes.
"Where is your cursed privy, dog?"
One word over. Pah! I defy your soft literary conventions!
Joe, I think you read too much Robert E. Howard growing up. You could take over for him.
suhNERK! Joe, you know what's scary? Pretty much all fantasy reads like that to me. I can't tell straight from parody anymore. And that was a brilliant drabble; add some naked dancing girls and unveiled antifeminism, and you've got Gor.