Yeah...Bree Walker. And when the lovely Ms. Walker had kids...America had, well, a shit fit. Because Bree's well, claws, are genetic. And How Could She? I think she had one with the disorder and one without.
You always think harder is better. Maybe next time I patrol, I should carry bricks and use a stake made out of butter.
Buffy ,'The Killer In Me'
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.
erikaj - Jun 17, 2005 3:22:40 pm PDT #2830 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
deborah grabien - Jun 17, 2005 3:44:10 pm PDT #2831 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Chapter Sixteen finished and sent. Only an epilogue left to write.
deborah grabien - Jun 18, 2005 1:14:28 pm PDT #2832 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
It's done.
I finished R&RNF. Nic's reading the epilogue and I'll send shortly.
Jeepers.
Whoa.
Scrappy - Jun 18, 2005 1:15:40 pm PDT #2833 of 10001
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
Whoa is right, Deb!
Anne W. - Jun 18, 2005 1:21:36 pm PDT #2834 of 10001
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
Eee!!!!
deborah grabien - Jun 18, 2005 1:30:13 pm PDT #2835 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
I know.
Meep.
My house is about to be untenanted. Of course, whatever edits, and then I start thinking about begging for a beginning to end WIP read-through, and while that's on, I get to start considering what I want to do for the second book, other than the vague idea....
Liese S. - Jun 18, 2005 6:29:35 pm PDT #2836 of 10001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Wow. That's amazing, deb. Good on you.
deborah grabien - Jun 18, 2005 7:18:07 pm PDT #2837 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Aaaand, I think my house is about to be retenanted. I now have the bones of the second one fleshed out in my head: from this point on, any time you see WMGGW in my posts, you'll now it's because I'm too damned lazy to type "While My Guitar Gently Weeps."
In which I get to bump off someone else I cordially loathed in those days, or at least, the fictional avatar therefore.
Liese S. - Jun 18, 2005 7:24:51 pm PDT #2838 of 10001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Heh. That didn't take long.
deborah grabien - Jun 18, 2005 7:43:57 pm PDT #2839 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
I'm sitting here looking at the Illustrated Encyclopaedia of Electric Guitars.
Basically, Bree is having her present to the groom made: he's a Les Paul freak but he's also got MS and Pauls are heavy suckers. So she's having a top flight Bay Area luthier build him a chambered copy of his favourite Paul Deluxe, (Nic's salivating over the fittings: gold Schallers, etc, spec to be done). And the luthier lives in Menodcino, and it's a secret from JP. And she arranges to meet the luthier at the rehearsal space for the main band (think modern version of the Airplane, or, heheheheh, Quicksilver), because the luthier's been trying to collect payment on a $9,000 guitar he designed for their obnoxious front man. And Bree goes down to meet the luthier and finds the obnoxious front man - whom I shall call Dino, until I find a name for him I can use publicly - with his head bashed in with his own guitar.
Poor Bree. ANOTHER fucking body. ANOTHER fucking secret she can't discuss with JP...
And of course, the luthier is the main suspect, and Bree needs to clear him, not only because she's pretty sure he didn't do it but because he's got to do her surprise wedding gift for JP....