Who died and made you Elvis?

Cordelia ,'Storyteller'


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.


Strix - Feb 28, 2006 4:27:19 pm PST #5638 of 10001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger

Deb, I would love to meet your daughter; she sounds like a fun girl. I bet we could get into a lot of trouble togther!


deborah grabien - Feb 28, 2006 4:29:35 pm PST #5639 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

I bet we could get into a lot of trouble togther!

Ask ita about that.....


Strix - Feb 28, 2006 4:36:54 pm PST #5640 of 10001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger

REALLY? Hmmm.

I would like to get into trouble with ita and Jo. Jo could introduce me to cool people, ita could have my back and I...well, I could just crack witty jokes and start shit.


sarameg - Feb 28, 2006 4:39:19 pm PST #5641 of 10001

Another Spain:

I found it through music. On the metro, flamenco piped in that no one seemed to notice. Aboveground in a drizzle, I wandered aimlessly through Barcelonetta. First the flute trilling, discovered tucked into a gothic doorway. Then the classical spanish guitar, down a exhaust-stained alley where a cat followed me to curl up in the case. To the right, a moorish arch I gawked at as the rain picked up.

Then the sound of voices singing in Catalan. I followed them by ear through alleys and passages and many wrong turns to a cathedral's sheltered courtyard. As the thunder crashed, I watched the lightening above the palms and found myself huddled next to a station of prayer candles, in awe and humbled by the steady procession of humanity in black and nature's music.

Days later, I tried to return. I couldn't find it, by foot or by guidebook. I don't need to find it again.

Hrm... I should go back.


deborah grabien - Feb 28, 2006 4:48:26 pm PST #5642 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

Hrm... I should go back.

Yep.

I would like to get into trouble with ita and Jo.

Nice thing is, you get into trouble with Jo, you're likely to end up at the Trump and having dinner at Cipriani's. Or possibly in a lift somewhere with a couple of enormous men who play for the Orlando Magic. Ask AmyLiz.

Anyway. Jo gives good trouble.


Strix - Feb 28, 2006 4:51:37 pm PST #5643 of 10001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger

Not surprising, considering her superior genes!


deborah grabien - Feb 28, 2006 4:59:12 pm PST #5644 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

Honolulu

For you, it was a working holiday. For me, it was a small taste of what heaven might offer.

You spent most of that week indoors, laying down riffs and runs. The engineers argued with the guitarists, the singer sulked; amused, bored, you ran your hands up the keys, doing your job, earning your pay.

I lay on the beach, the Hawaiian sun burning your name into my heart, into my flesh, waiting for sundown, for you to come back, take me to dinner, tell me about that day's session.

I'd give almost anything to have that week back again.


Strix - Feb 28, 2006 5:01:12 pm PST #5645 of 10001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger

the Hawaiian sun burning your name into my heart, into my flesh,

V. nice.


deborah grabien - Feb 28, 2006 5:18:22 pm PST #5646 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

V. nice.

Thing is, his name was already there. I never did figure out how to shed it.


Strix - Feb 28, 2006 5:22:57 pm PST #5647 of 10001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger

The only way to removes something branded in is to cut out the flesh into which is is branded, Deb.

So...you have to live with it. Something you already know, doll. (kiss)