(BTW)
Just sent out full chapter 9 of new WIP to readers. The suspense aspect of this one is about to go through the ceiling, assuming I don't fuck it up.
What should I do, then? Send her a gift? Sacrifice? … Unholy fruit basket?
Angel ,'Just Rewards (2)'
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 - Jun 06, 2005 3:13:54 pm PDT #2563 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Topic!Cindy - Jun 06, 2005 3:38:06 pm PDT #2564 of 10001
What is even happening?
and rises above the mere rhetoric and rant.
HEY! "Mere" rant?Maybe he never heard about the stilletos, and meant a ~mere~ rant?
Connie Neil - Jun 06, 2005 3:39:07 pm PDT #2565 of 10001
brillig
I've got oodles of drabbles in my head and a bus to catch. Later.
victor infante - Jun 06, 2005 4:01:08 pm PDT #2566 of 10001
To understand what happened at the diner, we shall use Mr. Papaya! This is upsetting because he's the friendliest of fruits.
HEY! "Mere" rant?
As has been pointed out already, your rants are ANYTHING but mere. They demand new literary classification. (:
Aims - Jun 06, 2005 4:02:39 pm PDT #2567 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Hee. That story is true-ish.
SailAweigh - Jun 06, 2005 5:02:05 pm PDT #2568 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
A Kiss is Still a Kiss (futuristic romance)
He crawled under the covers with me, already dressed for the day. I loved these stolen moments the most. While I liked our nights together making a world of skin and sex in the bed that was ours alone, the mornings were even better. Then, for a few minutes, I could take him away from his world that left me behind and bring him into the finite of lip on lip, cell on cell.
Our lips parted; he stepped onto the silver disc that held the gate. His form shimmered away and the world was too small to hold him anymore.
Anne W. - Jun 06, 2005 5:42:29 pm PDT #2569 of 10001
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
Genre: fairy tale
They had vowed to stay together, for always and forever. They never imagined it would be like this, forced into closeness within this hot, iron box. Instead of walking out of the woods hand in hand, brother and sister blend together in ash and smoke.
This is the ending that no one likes to talk about.
We prefer the happy endings. We take the heroine's survival as object proof that virtue, perseverance, and faith are always rewarded.
We don't want to hear that sometimes, despite breadcrumbs, pebbles, virtue, and faith, that Hansel and Gretel don't always escape the witch's oven.
deborah grabien - Jun 06, 2005 6:26:19 pm PDT #2570 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Oh, lovely drabbles!
I'm dry. I saw the category, went "oh, hellthefuckYES!" and then saw the genre tag.
Damn it. I don't write straight genre, even in the three soi disant genres - mystery, horror, litfic - that I'm paid for and published in.
This may be another dry week. Ah well. I'll finish R&RNF that much sooner.
SailAweigh - Jun 06, 2005 6:35:59 pm PDT #2571 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Deb, mine wasn't straight genre. I kinda sorta cobbled together something sorta romantic and kinda futuristic. I sat and stared at it for quite a while before I even tried to label it. I could have called it erotic sci-fi. It started out as straight romance, but then kinda went...thataway.
Steph L. - Jun 06, 2005 7:07:41 pm PDT #2572 of 10001
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
Deb, screw the genre part of the challenge -- just drabble 2 people in a small space. These drabbles have never been about fulfilling the challenge down to the letter; they're about writing, about good writing. So if the 2 people part speaks to you, then write away, madam!