If it does, I am so hosed there will never be dry land again. No time to change if it sucks - deadline is 15 November.
Gah!
She's not just a blob of energy, she's also a 14-year-old hormone bomb.
Spike ,'The Killer In Me'
The Great Write Way, Chapter Two: Twice upon a time...
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deborah grabien - Oct 03, 2005 6:01:49 pm PDT #4462 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Aims - Oct 04, 2005 6:58:47 am PDT #4463 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
The Proposal
I love this bar. It holds many memories. After show parties, after rehearsal parties, just hanging out for the hell of it, LARGE beers. Making out under the moose. But that was many years ago and I’m losing my patience. Five years and still no proposal. I’ve asked him twice – on bended knee no less – and I got, “Not yet.” Pfah. I watch him order another LARGE beer and smile sloppily in my direction. I’m still sober. He comes over and sits next to me and takes my hand.
“Will you marry me?”
“Fuck off.”
Turns out, he meant it.
deborah grabien - Oct 04, 2005 7:14:08 am PDT #4464 of 10001
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Heh.
Topic!Cindy - Oct 04, 2005 7:55:50 am PDT #4465 of 10001
What is even happening?
Isn't it romantic...
erikaj - Oct 04, 2005 8:21:51 am PDT #4466 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
Would anyone take a look at the story I've got so far...I'm fearing it's an actionless wonder and given the rest of these guys seem to work in a shooting or a sweaty bangfest every page or so, I can't be having that. Because despite the fact that my throbbing lance is non-existent, I still want it to be bigger.
deborah grabien - Oct 04, 2005 8:23:18 am PDT #4467 of 10001
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In Morning Sun
Back on Erica Road, we had a small glass-topped table. It sat in front of the glass deck doors. The kitchen, small and oddly shaped, was inadequate for anything other than cursing as I cooked.
We ate - when I could get him to eat - at the glass-topped table. We'd sit facing each other, me watching him pick at his food, worrying that I wasn't doing enough, doing anything right.
Sometimes, catching my fret, he'd look up and smile. For a moment, we'd face each other in peace, a stray beam of sunlight lying like a sword between us.
deborah grabien - Oct 04, 2005 8:23:58 am PDT #4468 of 10001
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erika, send. But I probably won't get to it until later or tomorrow morning - taking Bev to the airport and it's a catfeeding night.
erikaj - Oct 04, 2005 8:30:21 am PDT #4469 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
It's weird. Starting with character first, it can be hard for me to find the story, sometimes. And yet I know some of these other writers write harbioled so they can show their characters messing around on their wives and such...drinking from the bottle...threeways at gunpoint. I could be over-thinking..
deborah grabien - Oct 04, 2005 2:30:53 pm PDT #4470 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Ahem.
Cruel Sister progress:
Just started the middle third of the final chapter. This one should come in right around 76,500 words and be done by the weekend. Then Nic can print it at work and it goes off to Monday morning.
A month ahead of deadline, assuming we don't have a massive earthquake or some junk.
SailAweigh - Oct 04, 2005 2:36:07 pm PDT #4471 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Woohoo, Deb! That is fantastic.