Congratulations, Susan!
Do you know what else has blood in it? Blood.
Spike ,'Sleeper'
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.
Anne W. - Sep 15, 2005 1:33:52 pm PDT #4018 of 10001
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
Gus - Sep 15, 2005 2:11:29 pm PDT #4019 of 10001
Bag the crypto. Say what is on your mind.
Go, Susan! Good on you.
Astarte - Sep 15, 2005 2:18:18 pm PDT #4020 of 10001
Not having has never been the thing I've regretted most in my life. Not trying is.
That is a lot more than something Susan.
That is woohooworthy. Congratulations.
SailAweigh - Sep 15, 2005 2:32:22 pm PDT #4021 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Susan, that is awesome! Much editing~ma to you.
Susan W. - Sep 15, 2005 2:37:01 pm PDT #4022 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
Thanks, y'all.
I just finished typing everything in--it's 124,500 words using the page count estimate method, 112,711 using Word's counter. (A normal amount of disparity, especially for dialogue-dependent writers.) That's 498 pages in 12-point, 25-line-per-page Courier New.
I'm going to let it rest for a week--do some of the housecleaning I've been neglecting, read for fun, and maybe draw up an editing strategy--and dive back in sometime next week.
sj - Sep 15, 2005 2:38:50 pm PDT #4023 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Go, Susan!
deborah grabien - Sep 15, 2005 3:05:49 pm PDT #4024 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Excellent, Susan.
SailAweigh - Sep 15, 2005 3:08:26 pm PDT #4025 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Well, my muse finally came through.
Playground
It’s all apartments, now. In 1961 it was our playground, although not designed as such. It started out as a sand quarry; we used it to dig around in and play running games. No one told us not to.
My brothers became intrepid excavators, mining the sandstone to build caves and tunnels. They took flattened out moving boxes and used them to shore up the walls and roofs.
Until we heard that two neighborhood boys had nearly suffocated in a cave-in. No one had to tell us to quit digging. They still didn’t put signs up; it was the ‘60s.
sumi - Sep 15, 2005 3:46:25 pm PDT #4026 of 10001
Art Crawl!!!
Susan! Congratulations!
lisah - Sep 16, 2005 5:18:32 am PDT #4027 of 10001
Punishingly Intricate
Until we heard that two neighborhood boys had nearly suffocated in a cave-in. No one had to tell us to quit digging.
I had a great-uncle who died at 14, along with a friend, when a cave they built collapsed on them. so scary...
also, Congrats Susan!!! You deserve a break. And I'd love to someday ready your finished product.