When I’m ten, I decide this is the secret identity, awarded for powers to be named later and a decent 6th man for the Suns’ next draft.(they are both perennial quests, and my “powers” retain a fascination with cocaine.) When I’m thirteen, I start reading magazines that tell me I’ll be happy if I’m cute all the the time. People seem to think they know why I can’t, but there is something else, more than that. That “You’re kidding me” look is getting me in trouble already. At sixteen, I first start deciding I’m an artist, if maybe not much of a girl, and hide behind my words, and the idea that maybe “citizen” rules don’t always apply. When I apply to college, I flip out and embrace normality like a codependent with a 12-step program. There is no apple I won’t polish, no opinion I won’t doubt(if it’s mine) no momentary pleasure I won’t deny for some future I can’t even picture. This is a very achieving period, but I really hate myself. In my thirties, I’m finding that being myself is the biggest disguise of all.
Mayor ,'Lies My Parents Told Me'
The Great Write Way, Chapter Two: Twice upon a time...
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Oh, congratulations, Jilli!
There is no apple I won’t polish, no opinion I won’t doubt (if it’s mine) no momentary pleasure I won’t deny for some future I can’t even picture.
Dude.
Just - duuuuuuuuuuuude.
At age nineteen, you could have put a lump of coal up my butt and gotten a diamond, Deb. I think I'm maturing in reverse.
I think I'm maturing in reverse.
Erika, may I tag?
Okay, if you want to...wow, I'm replacing Zoe? That's just...neat. Dr. House is my tagline this week...cause, you know, I couldn't pass that up. Being he's a brother and all.
Okay, if you want to...wow, I'm replacing Zoe? That's just...neat. Dr. House is my tagline this week...cause, you know, I couldn't pass that up. Being he's a brother and all.
It was time to replace my tagline, and that line just makes sense for me right now: born old and finally having some fun in my life.
Finished my review draft...anyone want to do exploratory surgery on it? Please? I need a final 3/1.
I can look at it, erika.
A friend of mine -- an extremely reputable published author -- is putting together a book of essays on "boobs," and has asked me to contribute. Which is flattering.
Except that, as I'm now five graphs in, it's occcurring to me that they are harder to write about than I'd imagined.