Nah, I made it up, although I've certainly been in that position more than once. I don't lead all that much, though. But that's how getting over an overhang can feel, sometimes.
Xander: Look who's got a bad case of Dark Prince envy. Dracula: Leave us. Xander: No, we're not going to "Leabbb you." And where'd you get that accent, Sesame Street? "One, Two, Three - three victims! Maw ha ha!"
'Lessons'
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.
Consuela - Nov 24, 2005 10:41:02 am PST #4987 of 10001
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix
erikaj - Nov 24, 2005 10:44:55 am PST #4988 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
Interesting, Consuela.
Connie Neil - Nov 24, 2005 11:16:27 am PST #4989 of 10001
brillig
Hubby and I stopped by a rock climbing facility a few days ago, and I was in awe of the people who clambered up and down that wall and over the over hangs. Hubby rightly noted that part of my enjoyment came from very healthy young men showing off their muscles.
Consuela - Nov 24, 2005 11:21:47 am PST #4990 of 10001
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix
Yes indeed, Connie. The healthy young men (and women!) at my gym are very nice to watch. The last time I was there I was running on the treadmill and I watched a young man hanging from a pull-up bar. And then he would lift his straight legs and swing them in a circle, pulling them up until his feet were pointing towards the ceiling, and then over and around and down, and then back up. It was such an exhibition of abdominal strength that I've never seen. Wow.
erikaj - Nov 25, 2005 7:30:51 am PST #4991 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
I found this in kind of a random websearch yesterday and thought it might be of interest to other would-be(or actual) murder scribes here. [link]
deborah grabien - Nov 26, 2005 8:33:30 pm PST #4992 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Writer, Down the Years
Who are you
Long and slender, bent and broken
Who owns that smile, that face
Those words unspoken?
Is there a hand, a heart, a voice, a touch
To send my soul out dancing
Or are you held here, in my memory
Posed for memory's romancing?
I take you as you were, brown eyes and all
And put you near me
I write a history that should have been
But you can't hear me.
And if I pose you in another book
Our world of maybe
Could I retrieve you for another look?
My love
My life
My heart
My baby?
SailAweigh - Nov 27, 2005 5:12:23 am PST #4993 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Oh, Deb. That one just makes me want to cry.
deborah grabien - Nov 27, 2005 6:43:46 am PST #4994 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Then it did its job. Good. I'm not a poet, not by any stretch, but that one just seemed to want to go in form, rather than prose.
sfmarty - Nov 27, 2005 8:00:57 am PST #4995 of 10001
Who? moi??
Nice one Deb.
victor infante - Nov 28, 2005 7:47:16 am PST #4996 of 10001
To understand what happened at the diner, we shall use Mr. Papaya! This is upsetting because he's the friendliest of fruits.