Farrowen's done her morning rowdy, and is socked out on my lap. Queenie's not socked out.
Gah. Must work.
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Farrowen's done her morning rowdy, and is socked out on my lap. Queenie's not socked out.
Gah. Must work.
Got rejected this morning. In about the nicest way ever, but still. Beginning to believe instead of Virgo, both my work and myself were born under the star of "It's Not You, It's Me." It's all in the game, though, I suppose.
erika, I could paper my loo with rejection letters. Who was this one from? What was the piece?
Is this a romance or writing related rejection?
Writing, this time...they're beginning to feel a little the same, but in actuality, nsm. One day I'll probably marry an editor and find out he doesn't want me or my book on the same damn day. Eh, I rushed it out. I know I did. Deciding to submit something when you're still all inspired and stuff by it is like e-mailing somebody while stoned. Not putting the best foot forward, so to speak.
Fans of Barbara Michaels's classic ghostly suspense stories will enjoy this immensely.
High-fucking-praise, there. In my teens, she was one of my favorite suspense writers. Used to creep me out terribly and I loved it.
e-mailing somebody while stoned
Friends don't let friends drunk dial. IJS. Next time, pretend you're submitting it and send it to one of us. We won't publish you, but we won't reject you, either!
Next time, I will at least take a day. Not that I think that would change anything, but maybe I could have polished it...the ending wasn't everything I could want, although it's not that I hate it.(I wish I did...it'd be easier to say "Ok, then, the ending sucked.")
Teppy?
Topic?
Monday?
May I suggest "rain", or is that too much?
Oh, hell. I forgot about the topic, what with all the hurricane and everything. All right, then -- good idea, Deb!
Challenge #72 (dancing) is now closed.
Challenge #73 is rain, in honor of Hurricane Katrina (that bitch).
As always, feedback makes the world go round, and suggestions for future drabble topics make Teppy go yay.
Blade Runner
"...all these moments...
It's possible I made a mistake, coming to see this. I had an instinct: come alone. I didn't know why. Now I do.
...will be lost...
Roy Batty's dying, his six-year replicant lifespan over. It's six years since I left, six years of denial, trying to bury things, failing, denying the failing. It's about memory, this movie, about what makes us alive if our memories are stolen, or forcefed. It's a kick in the heart.
...like tears...
I leave the theatre, tears drying on my cheeks, into a cloudburst of passion I want to recover.
...in rain."