Insofar as my life could ever have a Mission Statement, Deb, that could be it. What if I'm trying to create something I've not got the ability for? Speaking of frailty...
Dawn: I think a date should be in a real fancy restaurant, then champagne at a night club with a floor show, then ballroom dancing. Joyce: Unfortunately, we're not dating in a movie from the thirties.
'Get It Done'
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 - Jul 08, 2005 12:03:53 pm PDT #3077 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
Lyra Jane - Jul 08, 2005 12:03:57 pm PDT #3078 of 10001
Up with the sun
I like Anne's suggested scenario.
deborah grabien - Jul 08, 2005 2:07:06 pm PDT #3079 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Yep - Anne's is a good one. So is the idea of not revealing whether it was suicide or murder until the end, if at all. I like leaving my readers with some ambiguity, but I like leaving the characters with it even more: did he fall or was he pushed, let the reader decide, don't let the characters know for sure.
erikaj - Jul 08, 2005 2:11:34 pm PDT #3080 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
Yeah, well, that part could be simple enough because in the first book(I love saying that!) I set up that father and daughter had not been speaking much at the time of his death.
deborah grabien - Jul 09, 2005 10:38:03 am PDT #3081 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Hard one. Harder than usual, believe it or not.
Heroin (One Question I Never Asked Him)
You tie off, first. It forces the vein up to the surface, makes it easy to hit, yeah? Right there, blue, pulsing away, alive.
Get your works together, cut it, mix it, take the strength up or down. Straight into the vein.
The rush - bloody hell, so hard, so fast. Doesn't matter if you're sick - it can't fucking touch you. It's you and the moon. And the sex? With that shit, I could fuck you for hours, leave you begging me for a few hours more. Brilliant shit.
Help me stop, love, will you? I need to stop.
deborah grabien - Jul 11, 2005 12:13:55 pm PDT #3082 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Topic?
Tep?
Steph L. - Jul 11, 2005 4:37:27 pm PDT #3083 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Sorry! Me slow. And I took a nap after work. My brain is all foggy.
However!
It is drabble time once again, and with it, you get a small glimpse into the inner workings of my weird mind.
Challenge #65 (blood) is now closed.
For challenge #66, the number itself made me start humming Nat King Cole ("Route 66"), which led to this week's topic: driving.
Please keep both hands on the wheel.
Lyra Jane - Jul 12, 2005 5:28:07 am PDT #3084 of 10001
Up with the sun
Steph, if I thought you read my LiveJournal I would think that was just for me.
(Yes, I have issues. Which may turn into a drabble.)
deborah grabien - Jul 12, 2005 7:45:54 am PDT #3085 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Dude. I love my car.
Play THIS!
In the left turn lane, going home.
Next to me, through lane: four boys, driving their mama's tarted-up Mitsubishi Eclipse: spinner wheels, chrome trim, overamped bass system. They're pumping hiphop: bump BADA bump; to my ears, BORING bada DUMB. I glare.
They're amused - crank it! piss off the old white lady! Oh, infants, you have no idea...
I lower Ripper's passenger window. They open their mouths.
I turn the volume up - it's an 8-speaker Bose - and hit CD-play. Tool: I KNOW THE PIECES FIT! They're so surprised, they pop their clutch.
I flip them off, and keep on driving.
Connie Neil - Jul 12, 2005 8:06:20 am PDT #3086 of 10001
brillig
Ha. That reminds me of the day I drove past a Mormon church on a Sunday with "Highway to Hell" blasting.