Keep writing stuff like this, and you get your wish.
You know?
Let me guess. We're in a hurry.
Inara ,'Serenity'
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 - Dec 16, 2005 1:20:22 pm PST #5094 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
deborah grabien - Dec 18, 2005 8:43:33 am PST #5095 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
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.
erikaj - Dec 18, 2005 10:27:19 am PST #5096 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
hee, hee, hee.
deborah grabien - Dec 18, 2005 2:08:54 pm PST #5097 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Little freak manages to clamp down and drag my hand off the keys. She's nuts.
erikaj - Dec 18, 2005 2:17:04 pm PST #5098 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
wrod.
Liese S. - Dec 19, 2005 5:53:25 am PST #5099 of 10001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
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.
deborah grabien - Dec 20, 2005 2:58:34 pm PST #5100 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
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!
Topic?
Steph L. - Dec 20, 2005 3:22:14 pm PST #5101 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Yikes! Thanks for the reminder!
Challenge #88 (the last thing you touched) is now closed.
Challenge #89 is ice. Taken however you like. (Which means, yes, I'm half-expecting a crime drabble from erika....)
deborah grabien - Dec 21, 2005 6:50:07 am PST #5102 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
True story. Scared the crap out of me at the time.
Falling
This time of year, night comes too early.
London's in full darkness by five. It's cold, and getting colder; Radio One weather keeps saying this is going to be the coldest winter Europe's seen since WWII. I believe it. I wish I didn't. I'm three months pregnant, dizzy and sick, working crosstown from home.
Hurrying for the tube, my foot finds a slick patch of pavement. I fall, landing hard on my stomach. Everything seems to freeze inside: breath, bone, future.
I lay there whimpering, listening to my body. Inside, untouched by ice or early darkness, her heartbeat stays steady.
Connie Neil - Dec 21, 2005 7:04:28 am PST #5103 of 10001
brillig
ice storm in the country
The sun rises on a world in crystal under a flawless, pure blue sky.
Light sparks off the pine tree outside the window. Daddy goes out and brings back a small bough. We pass it around carefully.
Each branch and needle is encased in ice an eighth of an inch thick. The needles tinkle faintly as they click against each other.
It would be courting death to go into the woods behind the house. We can hear the explosive cracks as trees give way under the weight of ice. We check the phone and lights regularly to see if the wires have come down. Only fools drive before the ice melts.
We keep the crystallized branch in the freezer for a year.