'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
Over dinner I was reading over the latest Romantic Times Book Club Magazine and snarking over some groan-inducing titles and plot devices.
DH wants me to write a book about a TV chef who discovers that he's become an accidental bigamist, since his divorce wasn't as final as he thought. The title? Here's One I Laid Earlier.
Bwah! That's a good one, Susan.
Deb, I can confirm on the clonidine, too. It was one of the drugs they gave my son as part of his ADD regimen when he was younger. It took maybe an hour after he took it to put him into a trance. He usually ended up sleeping from it.
41,000 words. 198 pages. This is the scene that's offering to tear me in half and it's pouring like liquid.
Dayum. Riding the tiger.
Chapter 8 is done. I'm not even reading it back. Anyone around?
I'm here.
sent. I'm too shaky, or exalted, or frelled, or something, to dick around with chapter separation. It's Chapter 8.
Must go cry all over Nic for awhile.
It's okay...
Research question of my own. I could try my Regency loop, but Buffistas is a bit more profanity-friendly....
So I've got this scene where Jack, if he were American and living in 2005, would call someone a god-damned motherfucking asshole. How do I say that in 1811 vintage Englishman?
Susan, a couple of suggestions for source:
Hughs, Geoffrey. SWEARING: A SOCIAL HISTORY OF FOUL LANGUAGE, OATHS, AND PROFANITY IN ENGLISH. (1991)
Cromie, Robert. 1811 DICTIONARY OF THE VULGAR TONGUE. (repr. 1971)
Thanks, Deb!
t off to the library website