Cave.
None of it means a damn thing.
Mal ,'Objects In Space'
The Great Write Way, Chapter Two: Twice upon a time...
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Deena - Sep 12, 2005 9:02:29 am PDT #3982 of 10001
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara
Liese S. - Sep 12, 2005 9:06:03 am PDT #3983 of 10001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Liese -- you have a piece in there, don't you?
Ayup. Thanks!
Steph L. - Sep 12, 2005 9:08:41 am PDT #3984 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Perfect! Cave.
Challenge #74 (pictures from the Look at Me website) is now closed.
Challenge #75 is cave. Begin spelunking!
Amy - Sep 12, 2005 9:22:16 am PDT #3985 of 10001
Because books.
Ooh, I like that.
deborah grabien - Sep 12, 2005 9:23:27 am PDT #3986 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Liese, and by the by? Got a note from my editor's assistant this morning about the lack of cover graphics. They're aware of the problem, they're having it with a bunch of their fall titles, and oh, Jennifer C is no longer the web person at SMP.
Maybe I should send said assistant a copy of the "you know, it really IS a well oiled machine, if the author simply lets the proper people know" email I got from their big Special Events honcho lady?
Because how the hell are we supposed to know who the proper person is, when they keep leaving?
Kalshane - Sep 12, 2005 2:31:12 pm PDT #3987 of 10001
GS: If you had to choose between kicking evil in the head or the behind, which would you choose, and why?
Minsc: I'm not sure I understand the question. I have two feet, do I not? You do not take a small plate when the feast of evil welcomes seconds.
Drabble:
The cave is dark and cool, just as the beast likes it. He sleeps soundly, his bedding surrounded by the remains of meals, cast-off coverings and the occasional trophy amidst the other offal. It is his lair, rich with his scent, and woe to any who dare enter it.
The sudden intrusion of light causes him to stir, blinking his eyes blearily. A single figure stands shadowed in the opening.
“Get up, you’re going to be late for school!” orders the invader.
“Just five more minutes, Mom,” he pleads, burrowing beneath the bedcovers.
His mother sighs and closes the door.
SailAweigh - Sep 12, 2005 2:32:49 pm PDT #3988 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Bwah! That sounds so like my brothers when they were teenagers.
Liese S. - Sep 12, 2005 2:37:14 pm PDT #3989 of 10001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Heh, cute, Kalshane.
Gah, deb. Bet the utter chaos and the number of people leaving aren't entirely coincidental. Something about rats, and sinking ships. Anyway, it just sounds totally inept. Saying "yeah, we know about the problem" when it's a "problem" that would take 30 seconds to fix is completely unacceptable.
Kalshane - Sep 12, 2005 2:41:09 pm PDT #3990 of 10001
GS: If you had to choose between kicking evil in the head or the behind, which would you choose, and why?
Minsc: I'm not sure I understand the question. I have two feet, do I not? You do not take a small plate when the feast of evil welcomes seconds.
I guess I'd have to claim this one as biographical, in the general sense that most teenage boys are like that. I certainly was, both with the messiness and the sleepiness.
My mother took a picture of my room once for posterity's sake. The highlight, amongst all the clutter, is the lone sock draped over the power cord for the alarm clock.
deborah grabien - Sep 12, 2005 3:09:16 pm PDT #3991 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Heh. Kalshane, that one's fun.
Liese, I've given up. I'm just going to keep writing them their fourth book and try to attain some #%%$#$^^$^% zen.
Or not.
Cave? Huh. Must cogitate.