Oh, lovely! Ireland, first time you see it from air or sea, has exactly that effect.

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Oh, yeah. That's one place I definitely want to go back to. I used to think Wisconsin was green, until we flew into Shannon. The colors were so remarkable, I could have stared out the window for hours.

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Results of the 2005 Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest [link]

Winner:

As he stared at her ample bosom, he daydreamed of the dual Stromberg carburetors in his vintage Triumph Spitfire, highly functional yet pleasingly formed, perched prominently on top of the intake manifold, aching for experienced hands, the small knurled caps of the oil dampeners begging to be inspected and adjusted as described in chapter seven of the shop manual. -- Dan McKay, Fargo, ND

Another good one--dishonorable mention in the Children's Literature category:

"What are you doing in my bedroom at this time of night, Ernie, and why are you grinning at me with those sharp teeth and how come you've been spending so much time with the Count lately, and why has Big Bird disappeared, and you should really do something about that breath, or my name isn't Bert the muppet." -- Vicki Nunn, Gladstone, Queensland, Australia

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Sorry if I've been boring about this in recent days, but it seemed like a natural " green"
Unrequited

You tell me she’s beautiful. That it’s a thrill to go into a place with her on your arm, but you’re kind enough to wonder if you should feel guilty about that.”No,no, “ I say, meanwhile thinking “Ass.” But then I take it back, because I’d hate to judge. It’s like high school with more cursing as I’m back to hearing someone I care about wonder Why Girls Act That Way and forgetting they’re talking to a charter member. Not the one the Home Office puts on the brochure, but a real woman, nonetheless. And I sit here, green with envy.

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Damn, erika. Ouch.

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Yeah.But not as much as when he told me how the sex was. One more detail and I might have written back: Sorry this is messy. It's hard to type with a razor blade in my vein this way. The Other White Meat

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Ouch, indeed. I remember feeling like that in high school. It sucks there's times I still feel like that.

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Oh, erika. Owch indeed. Yes. I feel your pain. Been there, done that.

Further to a kerfuffle over the RWA which some of you may have been following (and if not, never mind), the following quote strikes me as something of a gauntlet:

Romance is apple pie, not anal sex.

...it makes me want to write a romance. Although possibly not one that would find easy mainstream publication.

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Fay, I've been hearing about it from several people. My own feeling is that the outgoing president is a dopey little Anne Coulter wannabe who ought to be dropped down a laundry chute into an escape-proof room containing thirty horny sailors.

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Fay, where did you see the "apple pie" quote? Because I think it originated in a comments thread on the Smart Bitches blog, and the poster was paraphrasing her perception of the current leadership's views--i.e. it's not any kind of official statement whatsoever.

But yeah, it's quite a kerfuffle. I wrote my region's board members last night (at least one of whom has posted on one of the email loops to say that the presentation wasn't what she'd been led to expect based on the planning meetings they had back in March, and she's angry and trying to get to the bottom of it), saying that the only thing keeping me in the organization is the local and special interest chapters, and that I joined for career development, not to revisit the culture wars of the last two elections.

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