GUESS WHO MADE THE SEMIFINALS OF A PRESTIGIOUS ROMANCE WRITING CONTEST!
We'd be dead. Can't get paid if you're dead.
Mal ,'Serenity'
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.
Susan W. - Jul 06, 2005 7:25:51 pm PDT #3040 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
deborah grabien - Jul 06, 2005 7:27:59 pm PDT #3041 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Susan! Kewl! Which one?
Susan W. - Jul 06, 2005 7:31:50 pm PDT #3042 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
The Denver RWA chapter's--it's called the Molly. They're unusual in that they have a semifinals. Most contests just send the top 3-5 first round scorers to the final round judge. In this one you have two first round judges, and the top 30% or so make the semifinals, where you're guaranteed published judges. But I've usually been closer to the middle of the pack, so just knowing I'm in the top ten or twelve in what's considered a tough contest feels good.
deborah grabien - Jul 06, 2005 7:53:10 pm PDT #3043 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Excellent!
sj - Jul 06, 2005 7:54:27 pm PDT #3044 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Go Susan!
Connie Neil - Jul 06, 2005 7:54:49 pm PDT #3045 of 10001
brillig
blood
I wake up, swallowing something bitter. Sitting up, red spills out into my cupped hands, then continues in spurts timed to my pulse.
I know what that means.
Not-Yet-Hubby takes me to the ER. Nine hours later I'm having my right sinus cavity packed to force the ruptured artery closed. I've already lost over a pint of blood. It'll be surgery to cut off that artery completely if this doesn't work.
Hubby-To-Be looks nauseous. "I thought blood didn't bother you," I say woozily.
"It does when it's mine."
dcp - Jul 06, 2005 8:21:09 pm PDT #3046 of 10001
The more I learn, the more I realize how little I know.
He got a sympathetic nosebleed?
Connie Neil - Jul 06, 2005 8:24:21 pm PDT #3047 of 10001
brillig
My blood is his.
DebetEsse - Jul 06, 2005 9:22:36 pm PDT #3048 of 10001
Woe to the fucking wicked.
Between reading backlogs of blood stories elsewhere and the nostalgia in Natter, some Gen Why drabble.
Bloodless
I learned the name Ryan White when I was in 4th grade. I never had a Blood Brother.
Under 400 troops died in the 2 military operations I remember before college. I didn’t know any of them.
I never saw my President get shot. I can explain at least 5 plausible theories on who killed JFK.
I was in Jr Hi during the 50th anniversary of Anne Frank’s death. I am so over WWII.
Most of the killing during my childhood was for royally stupid reasons. Forgive my incredulity of God, Nation, and Brother. It’s all rather academic to me.
deborah grabien - Jul 06, 2005 9:33:38 pm PDT #3049 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Most of the killing during anyone's childhood is for royally stupid reasons, Debet. There are remarkably few non-stupid reasons for this ridiculous species of ours to shed each others' blood.
My daughter, age 26, refers to her generation as Generation Why Me. But she wept when George Harrison died.