Basically, since it's my big what-if, can I end it with a marriage proposal?

Well, what do you want the answer to be? And do you think Bree would say yes?

(Also, I have chapters 14, 15, and 16 to send feedback on -- I just got swamped mid-week, but I intend to give you feedback this weekend.)

And do you think Bree would say yes?

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What makes you think he's the one doing the proposing?

You know, I should never expect the mundane from you, you marvellous woman!

What makes you think he's the one doing the proposing?

Wheeee! Off to LJ land.

Some day we should collaborate on something.

So. Much. Fun.

Tep, read the last page of Chapter 16. He basically gets her furious, on purpose, by saying that Cilla went active, while Bree went passive. He says he stayed married to Cilla all those years because inertia's so easy, and because Bree never asked him not to.

In my world, that puts the ball squarely in Bree's court. And hell, the tour ends up in Oakland, and the entire band and entourage are staying in town to decompress for a few days, and have a huge party at JP and Bree's place.

God. I have days of really missing life the way it used to be...

I wish I could get over her name being Bree . . . it summons up all the worst preppy images in my head.

Deb--no thumping. Not a fan of Syd Field at all. Too many rules. I only taught rules like "you need three acts" or "introduce your main character as close to page one as possible"" which are closer to "have paragraph and chapter breaks" and "If nothing happens in a chapter, why write it?" Not rules so much as understanding how the animal works. I think it's like a painter being aware of picture plane and the difference between oil and acrylic paint.

Robin, see, I couldn't even remember his name right. And I have a humongous respect for the rules of screenwrting - you knew Nic and I did a teleplay for ST:TNG, right? They liked it, too, but they'd already gone another way with the history of Guinan's species. But anytime you want to read it, I'll send it along. There are Cole Porter songs.

connie, sorry - but it was his nickname for me, the only person who ever called me that, and I've never known anyone else called Bree. Nor would I let anyone ever call me that again. There was one person and one person only who had the right to use it.

There was a Bree Walker (I think it was Walker) who was a TV newscaster in Denver in the '80s (I think). She was perky and blonde and cute and hte only reason I could stand her was because she had crippled hands and she was their lead female anchor anyway, right in the middle of the big desk on the 6 o'clock news.

edit: There was a Bree in college, too. She did nothing to enhance my appreciation of the name.

Isn't Bree the name of Jane Fonda's character in Klute?