That would be perfect.
In what other field of endeavour can you happily contemplate the battery of a human being, dwelling in loving detail on the particulars?
Well, OK, but I don't know how to get started in a career as a dominatrix.
Mal: Take your people and go. Captain: You would have done the same. Mal: We can already see I haven't.
'Out Of Gas'
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.
Connie Neil - Jun 15, 2005 6:04:56 pm PDT #2770 of 10001
brillig
Ginger - Jun 15, 2005 6:07:57 pm PDT #2771 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Wrists sprain pretty easily too.
deborah grabien - Jun 16, 2005 5:32:36 pm PDT #2772 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Susan, excellent - and connie, majorly excellent. I know my wrists broke pretty damned easily when I was in that car accident.
The first half of 16 just went out to all who requested. There is half a chapter left to write, and perhaps a short epilogue, and then done. I expect feedback on this chapter, and misty eyes for the unregenerate schmoop therein.
76,000 words. Begun four weeks ago today.
NaNoWriMo can bite me.
Amy - Jun 16, 2005 5:56:58 pm PDT #2773 of 10001
Because books.
NaNoWriMo can bite me.
Bwah!
deborah grabien - Jun 16, 2005 6:28:51 pm PDT #2774 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
You know I went for schmoop if I'm obsessively listening to the Corrs "Breathless" over and over and over and...
If I had "Knowing Me, Knowing You", I'd be playing it and sobbing like a thirties housewife at a matinee, I swear.
Topic!Cindy - Jun 17, 2005 3:59:21 am PDT #2775 of 10001
What is even happening?
The first half of 16 just went out to all who requested. There is half a chapter left to write, and perhaps a short epilogue, and then done. I expect feedback on this chapter, and misty eyes for the unregenerate schmoop therein.
Feedback on 15 and the first half of 16 sent in two separate email messages, deb. Mostly though? Wow. Just wow.
Connie Neil - Jun 17, 2005 4:36:37 am PDT #2776 of 10001
brillig
the bus stop is a good place for things to pop into my head. This is a free-range drabble, not related to any topics but those inside my head.
It was a brownie. No, it was a brownie as clean and pure as the writing the books urge you to do. Free of fripperies like frosting and nuts. Heavy, rich. Adverbs could not touch it, "chocolately" was extraneous. It sat on the tongue like the divine exemplar of chocolate. It was a brownie Hemingway would have been proud of.
edit for late discovery of a typo.
deborah grabien - Jun 17, 2005 7:28:57 am PDT #2777 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Heh. And, being free of the frippery of nuts? It was a brownie I could even eat.
Connie Neil - Jun 17, 2005 7:33:08 am PDT #2778 of 10001
brillig
Sizzler has these brownies. We've been known to pay for their buffet just so we can wallow in their brownies.
deborah grabien - Jun 17, 2005 7:38:34 am PDT #2779 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
It's weird - I'm not much of a brownie fan, possibly because for years, all the ones I ate were sort of heavy and bland. And everyone around me would be eating the fancier ones and saying, what a shame you die if you eat nuts, because a brownie isn't a proper brownie without walnuts in it.
So I learned to make things like tequila lime tart and (for those moments where chocolate from hell is needed) chapeau noir.
A writing question, posed to all of you. I could do it as a livejournal meme and probably will, just to get the broad range of answers, but I wanted to ask a question:
Say you're sitting high atop Writers' Mountain, being the guru. Students of writing toil up the hillside, to ask you for the One True Pearl of Wisdom that will shine the glow of enlightment on their labours.
One line, and one line only. Distill, please. What would you tell them?
For me, it's dead simple: "Stop agonising over petty bullshit and tell the fucking story."
Everyone? I'm curious.