Holy wow, Jilli, that's fabulous! Congratulations!
Illyria: Wesley's dead. I'm feeling grief for him. I can't seem to control it. I wish to do more violence. Spike: Well, wishes just happen to be horses today.
'Not Fade Away'
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.
JZ - Feb 15, 2006 12:19:37 pm PST #5470 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
deborah grabien - Feb 15, 2006 2:10:34 pm PST #5471 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
rubbing hands like mad thing
AttaJilli!
Amy - Feb 15, 2006 2:13:48 pm PST #5472 of 10001
Because books.
Yay Jilli! What a fabulous thing!
Ginger - Feb 15, 2006 2:17:31 pm PST #5473 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
How wonderful, Jilli! And well deserved.
Nicole - Feb 15, 2006 2:24:31 pm PST #5474 of 10001
I'm getting the pig!
That's WONDERFUL, Jilli! Congratulations to you.
sj - Feb 15, 2006 2:49:21 pm PST #5475 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Congratulations, Jilli!!! I already have a list of people I want to buy your book for. Go you!!!
Zenkitty - Feb 15, 2006 4:22:00 pm PST #5476 of 10001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
Fantastic, Jilli!
§ ita § - Feb 15, 2006 8:27:48 pm PST #5477 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Rock on, Jilli!
Liese S. - Feb 16, 2006 5:20:34 am PST #5478 of 10001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Congratulations, Jilli! That's fantastic!
Aims - Feb 16, 2006 8:45:42 am PST #5479 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Camouflage
They are my world. I could never leave them. They are what completes me.
And yet, there you are. Just out of reach, never to be had. It doesn’t stop me from trying. In my own little world, we are in love, we have the passion we’ve always yearned for but have never experienced. In my mind, I am everything to you that I am not to myself.
But it will never be; it can never be.
So, I hide.
In a bundle of computer chips and family anecdotes.
Because I don’t know what I would do if you really saw me.