begging for a beginning to end WIP read-through
I'd love to read it, deb, if you want another set of eyes.
'War Stories'
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
begging for a beginning to end WIP read-through
I'd love to read it, deb, if you want another set of eyes.
Ditto, Deb. I'd love to.
Under the wire because I need a laugh this morning...
The Air We Breathe #2
Dreaming, clouds of noxious smoke rolling across the hill, choking me. Toxic chemicals, pollution, a purple haze of my comforter mounded where I've tossed it aside in my sleep. Hill? No, bed. 2AM. Why am I awake, and dear gods what is that smell? I creep sideways and peer over the edge of the mattress expecting to see a rotting mouse or a pile of dog food gone wrong.
Nothing except the six-month-old puppy, snoring blissfully, farting obnoxiously enough to wake me from a sound sleep.
Chi, Lilty, send me preferred emails. And this one, if printed out, has to be shredded afterward - it's still under relatively heavy wrapping.
Deb, if I'm not on your Beta list for the second story, I would love to be.
Heh. Cindy, I'll be posting that "let me know" up as soon as I start really writing it. Ought to be soon.
One thing is, I haven't been inside a recording studio in about thirty years, and the technology has changed just a skosh. So I need to poke people who are actually working at the moment, and get the tech stuff.
The Stones are presently in LA, mixing the new CD. Hmmmm - nah. Not gonna happen and don't want it to.
Drabble time!
Challenge #62 (the air we breathe) is now closed.
Challenge #63 -- I hope it's not too weird -- is meat. Yes, meat.
Yeah, I know it's weird. And yet, I offer it up anyway.
huh, huh, huh She said "meat," huh huh huh (/beavis & butthead) Gonna have to think about that. Would anyone like to beta chapter one of my second detective story? Bearing in mind I've taken as long over it as the spouse over her whole book. Ooh, y'all, I'm gonna have a canon and everything. Not bad for a stupid white girl from Glendale.
MEAT
Here he is, just pounding away at me like I'm a piece of meat, not even tender filet mignon, just some crap rump roast two days past the sell date, and I think, Why doesn't he just fuck a hole in the wall? Why did he bother calling me for a little wham, bam thank you ma'am, when five minutes of "Lovely Lusty Lesbians" and his left hand would have done just as well? Not a kiss, not even a drink beforehand -- What’s his deal? What the fuck?
But I’m the stupid bitch laying here under him.
What about that?
Holy crap, Erin!
I don't know why I love that so. Maybe just because I have been there.