When you say "show her something" does that mean show her some of the already written stuff? Or something new? I'm up either way. Just slightly insecure, so I'll probably be asking for advice on which one/s of my drabbles I'd be willing to submit for consideration.
Dawn ,'Never Leave Me'
The Great Write Way, Chapter Two: Twice upon a time...
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Should we figure something out, in terms of an anthology deal?
Deb, do you want to talk to her about it first, before putting something together? Or give her an official proposal?
Do you have some idea how you see it structured? I'm thinking simple sections, with the challenge and the resulting drabbles.
still typing with one hand....
I would definitely want to run it by her first; "show her something" translates to running it by her, getting a sure show me response, and going from there.
I would definitely want to run it by her first
That's what I was thinking.
And hey, when did Squeak become Farrowen?
And hey, when did Squeak become Farrowen?
When she began stalking and pouncing on thigs as big as her head. Farrowen is a goddess of the hunt.
She is Bree's cat, too, so there's that, as well.
translates to running it by her, getting a sure show me response, and going from there.
That sounds very good. Especially since you're the one pitching the proposal. We don't have to do any real work. ;P
mrmphm. Nervous.
My angelic David Evangelista has given my pitch to Erika at CBS, and made gung ho noises at her. CBS has been pitched. Whether they decide yea or nay, it's in process.
Nervous........
CBS has been pitched.
Oooh! Fingers crossed.
Drabble #72: Dancing
He offers his white-gloved hand, and she takes it, trembling. She wants to close her eyes, pretend that she is alone on the hard-packed floor of the kitchen in her bare feet, humming to herself. But then she wouldn’t feel the heat in his gaze, see his smile as they move together with the music, swept up into the tune like a leaf on the breeze.
Her delicate glass slippers rap against the polished floor, tapping out each moment she has left in this crowded, sparkling room, in this borrowed gown, abandoning herself to the fleeting joy of the dance.
These are my lessons:
Back back side- together
Hi, my name is…you are … I’m…new.
I don’t know the rhythm. I only know to start with my right foot.
Back back side- together.
I’m a student….sort of…this is ..hard.
The instructor marks the beats: slow slow quick-quick
Change partners and try again:
Slow slow quick-quick
I’m Allison. I’m new…um….
I’m stiff and struggling to follow the steps. Follow the lead.
Everyone dances around me effortlessly. Lead and follow across the floor.
promenade, rock step, turn
Conversations and relationships.
I start again.
slow slow quick- quick
I’m Allison. I just started taking lessons.
Oh, man, nice nice nice drabbles on this one.
I think I need to write a pornish one.