Death is your art. You make it with your hands day after day. That final gasp, that look of peace. And part of you is desperate to know: What's it like? Where does it lead you? And now you see, that's the secret. Not the punch you didn't throw or the kicks you didn't land. She really wanted it. Every Slayer has a death wish. Even you.

Spike ,'Conversations with Dead People'


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 16, 2005 11:54:39 am PDT #2148 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

Huh. No, there you've got me. Unless you're thinking about his astronomy stuff?

(/dumb)


Steph L. - May 16, 2005 11:56:33 am PDT #2149 of 10001
the hardest to learn / was the least complicated

Thales of Miletus is believed to have measured the height of the pyramids (well, one pyramid at a time) by measuring its shadow at the moment when his *own* shadow was his exact height.

Keen, huh?


deborah grabien - May 16, 2005 12:14:16 pm PDT #2150 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

OK, that really is cool.

I am not going to be the first off the draw on the new challenge today, though, because I've just written close to two thousand words on Cruel Sister and I need both a breakfast break and a beta read.

Bev? Anyone? Usual beta stuff, feedback, does it flow, is it suspenseful, does it ring true?


Connie Neil - May 16, 2005 12:27:28 pm PDT #2151 of 10001
brillig

this could be fun . . .


deborah grabien - May 16, 2005 12:43:09 pm PDT #2152 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

A Conversatation

Remember the legend of Peter Schliemel?

She responds to the interior voice. "No."

Yes, you do.

"Go away. Be quiet."

Schliemel was a German boy, who hated his shadow. He was afraid of it; he wanted it gone. He managed to get rid of it.

She thinks about memory, about grief, about loss and reclamation. She's already sure this story has a moral, one she won't like. "And?"

He was miserable forever after.

"What does that have to do with me?"

If you don't know, you aren't paying attention. Now go play with your nice shadow. Your past? Is now.


ChiKat - May 16, 2005 1:29:18 pm PDT #2153 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?

deb, that gave me the shivers and the willies.


SailAweigh - May 16, 2005 1:32:43 pm PDT #2154 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb

Excellent, deb.


deborah grabien - May 16, 2005 1:36:17 pm PDT #2155 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

Thanks. Chi, why the willies? Is it the substance of that conversation, or the fact that she's having it with herself, and can't shut her own shadow-voice up any better than she can shut the shadow memories away?

My fourth novel, And Then put Out The Light, had an ongoing conversation between the protagonist, Emily, and her nagging inner voice, Emmy Deer.


ChiKat - May 16, 2005 1:52:19 pm PDT #2156 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?

Willies because of thinking that my past is eating me up now. For me, my past is something that I like to think of as over, not something I want weighing down on me all the time. While I understand that my past has influenced who I have become, I want to keep my past as just a hint of influence. Kind of like liquor in a recipe. You want some for flavor, but you don't want it to overpower with an alcohol flavor.


deborah grabien - May 16, 2005 1:56:15 pm PDT #2157 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

Ah. Yep, I can see that being willie-inducing. But if the girl's past is - as her inner voice suggests - just a shadow? It can't damage her. Just her own psyche's way (hello, Professor Jung!) of telling her to stand in shadow as much as light.

Of course, it's fairly hypocritical, coming from me, because I need my past back, I lost too much of it, I'm tired of snatching at shadows and I want the full ghoulish creature, meat on its bones and all.