I should gather up all the ones about him and show him. He thinks I never write about him, which is almost true. My songwriting, except for the fluffy anomalous (Hee, had to check the spelling on that 'cause of Numb3rs.) stuff, all comes out of pain. So he rarely makes it into that. Well, these days, anyway.
Xander: I still don't get why we came here to get info about a killer snot monster. Giles: Because it's a killer snot monster from outer space. I did not say that.
'Never Leave Me'
The Great Write Way, Chapter Two: Twice upon a time...
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Liese S. - May 16, 2005 8:51:41 pm PDT #2175 of 10001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
deborah grabien - May 16, 2005 9:43:22 pm PDT #2176 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
So he rarely makes it into that. Well, these days, anyway.
We were separated at birth? Just curious.
Brilliant damned drabble, too.
deborah grabien - May 16, 2005 9:53:34 pm PDT #2177 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
The Long Arms of the Dead
They say the dead travel fast.
I'll believe that; what else have they got to do? Oh - wait. There's that thing about haunting the living.
I'm living. I breathe and feel and orgasm and dream, eat too much starch when I'm annoyed, and don't eat anything when I'm heartbroken. I'm animal, not vegetable, yet I reach for sunlight, emotional photosynthesis.
They say the dead travel fast. Maybe they do. Maybe that isn't the point.
What the beloved dead do to me is to block the sun, withhold its light. Fast or slow, the dead cast a long, long shadow.
SailAweigh - May 17, 2005 2:57:47 am PDT #2178 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Oh, yeah, Deb, very...yeah.
Topic!Cindy - May 17, 2005 3:12:34 am PDT #2179 of 10001
What is even happening?
Sorry about that, Susan. I got offline. I just pinged you from my gmail.
Susan W. - May 17, 2005 5:50:10 am PDT #2180 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
Insent from my gmail, Cindy.
Topic!Cindy - May 17, 2005 6:12:57 am PDT #2181 of 10001
What is even happening?
Thank you, Susan. I got it, and replied in e, saying the same. I'm so excited to read it.
Astarte - May 17, 2005 7:43:16 am PDT #2182 of 10001
Not having has never been the thing I've regretted most in my life. Not trying is.
Those are very powerful.
deborah grabien - May 17, 2005 8:19:41 am PDT #2183 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Mildly cranky, edging on fullscale pissed-off.
Email from my editor this morning; not bad news, but she's being (to be kind) disingenuous, and I don't like it, and have emailed and left a message for my agent.
More later, when ironed out. At the moment, pretty cranky with my publishers.
Connie Neil - May 17, 2005 10:52:51 am PDT #2184 of 10001
brillig
more shadows
The nights are getting brighter here. Spotlights at the 7-11 on the corner. Stuttering street lights on every other block. Paranoid security lights that flash "How dare you walk here!" as I pass by.
I walk home from the 7-11, wincing at the halogen headlights that morons like to kick to Bright at pedestrians. I gratefully turn my house corner, which blocks all the lights.
My sharp-edged shadow lies on the sidewalk in front of me. I smile, turn, and look up.
"Hello, moon."