Okay. I finally got my brain back in a creative mode, rather than a stress--response mode.
Challenge #96 (the outside reflects the inside) is now closed.
Challenge #97 is camouflage.
Willow: Yikes. Imagine the things...Buffy: No! Stop imagining! All of you! Xander: Already got the visual.
'Dirty Girls'
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.
Steph L. - Feb 14, 2006 1:45:21 pm PST #5457 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
dcp - Feb 14, 2006 3:30:25 pm PST #5458 of 10001
The more I learn, the more I realize how little I know.
Drabble: camouflage
A dark gray suit, a pale blue shirt, and a subdued tie let me blend right in with the rest of the office party crowd. A glass of ginger ale over ice cubes fills my left hand, leaving the right one free for the occasional handshake or one of those reserved half-waves of recognition through the crush. Three circuits of the room--speaking little, saying less--and I can make my escape. I mingle, make eye contact, nod, smile, and keep moving. Soon I’ll be able to slip away home, change out of the corporate uniform, and be myself again.
deborah grabien - Feb 14, 2006 4:43:40 pm PST #5459 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
dcp, nice one.
No Relation, 1973
The cardiac unit waiting room at SF General is always full of people. Men still get heart attacks more often than women do; most of those waiting for news are women. They share the drawn worried look, the twisting together of hands, the bands on the same finger.
I wear no band. I have no right to be here, except that the woman with the ring is definitively elsewhere. I'm here because I'm who he asked them to call.
I fold my ringless hands in my lap, hoping the drawn worry in my face will hide my lack of status.
Liese S. - Feb 14, 2006 4:47:59 pm PST #5460 of 10001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Damn, deb.
Also, crap, 'cause I know what mine needs to be about and I don't wanna.
deborah grabien - Feb 14, 2006 4:51:46 pm PST #5461 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Damn, deb.
Yeah. Add to that, I was a few weeks short of nineteen years old.
Also, crap, 'cause I know what mine needs to be about and I don't wanna.
Ouch, ouch, OUCH. No fun when they make you bleed.
Atropa - Feb 15, 2006 11:50:45 am PST #5462 of 10001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
flail, flail, flail
So, I, um, have an agent. I'm about to start working on a book proposal; by April 1st, I need to have a chapter summary finished.
I am, as Pete would say, gobsmacked.
Betsy HP - Feb 15, 2006 11:52:05 am PST #5463 of 10001
If I only had a brain...
Damn. 2006 is starting to look pretty damned good to me. WHOOHOO!
Connie Neil - Feb 15, 2006 11:53:45 am PST #5464 of 10001
brillig
(looks at book files, contemplates a goal of having something presentable by year's end)
Kristen - Feb 15, 2006 11:56:48 am PST #5465 of 10001
Congratulations, Jilli! That's wonderful news!
Beverly - Feb 15, 2006 11:58:15 am PST #5466 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Jilli, that's fabulous, and not before time, either! Go you.
Now, Connie, get busy. The iron seems to be hot...