And I myself will be wearing pink taffeta as chenille would not go with my complexion.

Giles ,'Touched'


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.


Amy - May 26, 2005 10:57:49 am PDT #2346 of 10001
Because books.

Got another bite from an agent requesting my manuscript.

Awesome. Crossing them now.

Bobby Brown and Whitney Houston's house.

Snerk.


§ ita § - May 26, 2005 11:14:05 am PDT #2347 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Congrats, Allyson!

Deb -- all together would be best, for context.


deborah grabien - May 26, 2005 11:17:21 am PDT #2348 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

ita, sending the entire thing, edited and updated to this point. It's a bit over 100 pages, just about 21K words. Dump any older version - the one I'm sending replaces them.


deborah grabien - May 26, 2005 2:19:02 pm PDT #2349 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

Music in Shadowland

"Talk to him."

I say nothing. He's been unconcious for a few hours; a mild heart episode, they said, but it happened during dialysis and somehow, some way, he's just decided to shut it all down for a bit. He's not dying - I'd know if he was. But he's not here, either.

"You should talk to him, Deborah. You never know what a person in this state will react to."

I say nothing. I lace my fingers through the long pianist's fingers, and bring my lips to his ear.

"Talk to him."

I begin to hum, his favourite riff.


SailAweigh - May 26, 2005 2:59:31 pm PDT #2350 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb

Deb, that is absolutely beautiful.


deborah grabien - May 26, 2005 3:12:11 pm PDT #2351 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

It's also absolutely true. Happened the same day I tried to kill a would-be rapist who picked me up hitching to get to the hospital.

Life - weirdly enough - was cleaner and simpler back then.


Astarte - May 26, 2005 4:44:10 pm PDT #2352 of 10001
Not having has never been the thing I've regretted most in my life. Not trying is.

Allyson, good luck with the biting agent.


Beverly - May 26, 2005 8:36:23 pm PDT #2353 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

Allyson, fingers crossed for you.


deborah grabien - May 27, 2005 8:11:32 am PDT #2354 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

Can I get some input, all you nice people?

Minotaur asked me to write my own jacket copy for Matty Groves My brain being rather firmly entrenched in writing Rock and Roll Never Forgets, I've had to dredge a bit.

First draft (they wanted between 300 and 400 words, and this is about 315). Comments, please? If you opened a hardcover book and read this inside the jacket, would you be intrigued? Suggestions for improving? My brain is so very much attached elsewhere right now...

For Ringan Laine, an invitation to perform with his band at the Callowen House Arts Festival is a mixed blessing, especially when he's asked to bring his longtime lover, actor-producer Penny Wintercraft-Hawkes, along as an honoured guest.

The Festival, held every year at Lord Callowen's stately home in Hampshire, is as prestigious as it gets. Artists perform by invitation only, to a handpicked audience. The pay is as impressive as the guest list. And the setting is beautiful: for two weeks, the lucky participants enjoy every luxury that Callowen House, family seat of the Leight-Arnolds, has to offer.

For Ringan and Penny, though, there's a downside: Callowen is haunted, by the pretty young wife of a 17th century Leight-Arnold, killed by her husband when she's caught in bed with another man. What's more, her story is told in a famous traditional song, "Matty Groves". And the couple has already held two terrifying exorcisms for ghosts whose stories, true or false, are told in songs.

This time, it seems, there's no mystery for them to solve; the Lady Susanna's story is straightforward, and besides, Miles Leight-Arnold is very proud of his family phantom.

But from the first night, it becomes clear that Lady Susanna, harmless and tragic, is not alone. Something else is awake, moving through walls and nightmares, growing stronger as it feeds on Penny's sensitivity and on the very fear it creates: Andrew Leight, a man as twisted and violent in life as he is in death. When Penny is attacked and Charlotte, the daughter of the house, is injured, Lord Callowen gives Ringan and Penny an ultimatum: get rid of Andrew Leight, but leave Lady Susanna's ghost untouched.

And as the Festival disintegrates around them, Ringan and Penny begin to understand that the real story of Lady Susanna's death has been deliberately falsified over four hundred years, as part of a political cover-up.


Connie Neil - May 27, 2005 8:18:32 am PDT #2355 of 10001
brillig

The Festival, held every year at Lord Callowen's stately home in Hampshire, is as prestigious as it gets. Artists perform by invitation only, to a handpicked audience. The pay is as impressive as the guest list. And the setting is beautiful:

It strikes me that the part bout the invitation only and the pay is extraneous. Possibly go straight from "prestigious as it gets" to "And the setting is beautiful."

Lord Callowen gives Ringan and Penny an ultimatum

An ultimatum supposes that Callowen has some sort of power over Ringan and Penny. What if they don't get rid of the ghost? What can he do to them? How about a plea or an anxious request?