Woot! FedEx just delivered what had better be box one of my authors copies.
Matty Groves. Shiny!
Well, if we followed the recipe...should be cake. A demon-violence-free-zone cake.
Lorne ,'Why We Fight'
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.
deborah grabien - Sep 19, 2005 7:00:31 am PDT #4074 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
deborah grabien - Sep 19, 2005 8:32:31 am PDT #4075 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Teppy! Monday - new topic?
Steph L. - Sep 19, 2005 8:39:01 am PDT #4076 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Ahoy, mateys! 'Tis time for the new lily-livered drabble topic! Yarrr. But rest easy -- the topic is not pirates.
Challenge #75 (cave) is now closed.
Challenge #76 is strike, and any variation thereof (on strike, strike out, strike it rich, bird strike, etc.)
Now be ye drabblin', scurvy dogs! Yarrrr!
Kalshane - Sep 19, 2005 10:57:47 am PDT #4077 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.
My WIP has a fight scene brewing, so I guess I have violence on the brain. Drabble:
Back straight. Weight centered. Shoulders relaxed. Knees bent, feet ready to move. Breathe. Remember to breathe. Eyes open, ears open. Keep the others in your peripheral, but don’t take your eyes off the prize. Here he comes. The swing is lazy, predictable. He’s trying to goad you. Don’t let him. Sidestep. His friend looks antsy, throw a feint to dissuade him. There’s the real attack. Parry, redirect. He’s off-line. Strike!
The blade hits home and his opponent crumples. He draws it free, a practiced flick of the wrist to remove the blood as he returns the weapon to ready.
Next.
Allyson - Sep 19, 2005 11:34:30 am PDT #4078 of 10001
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica
The waiting is going to kill me and it hasn't even been a week yet.
deborah grabien - Sep 19, 2005 11:58:43 am PDT #4079 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Deep breaths, Allyson. Deep deep deep. They won't do anything about the waiting, but if you breath deep enough, you'll at least feel stoned.
Keys
Put your fingers to the piano keys
Let them linger, let them tease and bite
Skin to ivory, perfect calloused tips
Beat the rhythm, all in black and white.
Where I sit, languid and listening
All my world awash in liquid sound
Every wire takes its time to sing
Struck by hammers, notes both flat and round.
Ebony and rosewood are your base
Echoes from a box of rare delight
Treble laughing, bass and midrange full
Drape themselves across my dreams at night.
You strike the keys, and make those hammers fall
And I'll come dancing to that siren's call.
Amy - Sep 19, 2005 12:02:17 pm PDT #4080 of 10001
Because books.
God, Deb, that's gorgeous.
deborah grabien - Sep 19, 2005 12:13:16 pm PDT #4081 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Amy, 100 words on the first try, no editing.
Sometimes you get lucky...
Amy - Sep 19, 2005 12:15:21 pm PDT #4082 of 10001
Because books.
You know what's funny? I wasn't even thinking drabble when I read it -- I was thinking lyrics.
deborah grabien - Sep 19, 2005 12:34:15 pm PDT #4083 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
I'm thinking maybe I'll see about setting them to music. That would be three song lyrics written in the space of as many months, when I hadn't written any in 25 years. But truth to tell, it was a drabble.
Damn.