...aaaand once again deb broke me.
'Smile Time'
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.
Ailleann, there were a couple of possibilities that didn't make it in because of the 100-word restriction.
Delusion. Fantasy. Plain old wishful thinking.
I'd prefer truth.
Somehow I think this one misses what I want to say, even though I've written it twice, but it is actually spare and drabble-length.
Sometimes I feel like I want to touch you with my words because most of you won’t let me really touch you. At least not your naughty bits, anyway.Maybe I’m like Whedon that way and if I’d gotten any in high school, you wouldn’t even be seeing this. Maybe in a different world, I’d save my writing to send my daughter cute messages at camp. My Christmas letter might be the shit, the absolute bomb, except that me would not be as jazzed by inner-city metaphor.(Probably not.) Maybe I’d be the office wag , writing the newsletter full of quotes and clip art, dreaming about a novel I never had time for. In this life, my fondest wish is to touch hearts and minds.
Keep writing stuff like this, and you get your wish.
You know?
Working with Cats
Fur, soft creamy tabby stripes. Bright golden eyes. Rattly purr.
"Goddamnit Farrowen stop sucking my hand I'm trying to work!"
purrrrrr sucklesuckle
Fingers on the keys. Okay: Chapter Ten. Tense scene, JP realising there's a connection to the whole race hate group thing back in 1979. Concentrate, Deb. JP understands that the detective, Patrick Ormand, has a personal connection with this race hate group. If he -
purrrrrrr CHOMP
"#%#$%%$ cat! STOP THAT!"
Not a chance. In a head-to-head between the needy kitten and the need to write, the kitten can't lose.
I sigh, and close out of the novel.
hee, hee, hee.
Little freak manages to clamp down and drag my hand off the keys. She's nuts.
wrod.
Hah. Usually he sleeps contentedly behind my office chair unless I accidentally back over his tail, but when the Biscuit feels I've been atk too long, he'll come bump my hand off the mouse just so that it lands fortuitously on his head, ready for petting.
Dude. So deep into working on London Calling and starting the short story (called "Restless") that I never glanced up. It's frellin' Tuesday already.
TEPPPPPYYYYYYYYYYY!
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