Wash: Were I unwed, I would take you in a manly fashion. Kaylee: 'Cause I'm pretty? Wash: 'Cause you're pretty.

'Heart Of Gold'


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.


Amy - Mar 17, 2006 2:13:59 pm PST #5748 of 10001
Because books.

-t, what kind of story is it? Picture book? Chapter book for learning-to-readers? I'd love to look at it, but I'm more about young adult stuff than anything else (at least writing-wise).

Then again, I know what I like when I read to my kids. If you want to send it to my profile address, I can try to take a look this weekend.


-t - Mar 17, 2006 2:33:42 pm PST #5749 of 10001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration

Insent, AmyLiz.

It's a picture book, though I am not and do not have an illustrator. I see it as along the lines of The Quiltmakers Giftfor audience, if that adds any information.

Oh, and it's full on fairy tale, starts with "Once upon a time", ends with "happily ever after", the whole nine yards.


Amy - Mar 17, 2006 2:51:26 pm PST #5750 of 10001
Because books.

Oooh, it sounds delicious! I just got your email, so I will try to read it tonight after various domestic dramas have been quelled. (And certain picture-book-reading children are in bed.)

Also? Unless you're an illustrator who writes her own text, usually (from what I know of children's publishing), a publisher sets up writers and artists based on what they think will work. So need to worry about that.


-t - Mar 17, 2006 2:59:20 pm PST #5751 of 10001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration

a publisher sets up writers and artists based on what they think will work. So need to worry about that.

That's what I had heard, but it's always good to get that information reinforced.


Karl - Mar 17, 2006 7:03:07 pm PST #5752 of 10001
I adore all you motherfuckers so much -- PMM.

Calling a Spade a Fucking Shovel (100 words)

This is it, now. No more Marshall Plan; we have Halliburton now. No more sponsorship of the United Nations; they're antique and quaint, don't you know? No more benevolent shepherding of the flock of nations through the arduous process of 'civilisation.' No more White Man's Burden. The mask has slipped, the disguise is askew; our government's naked disdain for others' opinions, others' rights, others' beliefs, is right there for everyone to see.

Let's at least have the decency to tear away the rest of the disguise and call it by its name: This is despotism. Where is our Thomas Jefferson?


deborah grabien - Mar 17, 2006 7:24:01 pm PST #5753 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

Where is our Thomas Jefferson?

Spinning in his grave, love. Spinning in his grave.


SailAweigh - Mar 18, 2006 4:01:34 am PST #5754 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb

Nice, Karl, very nice. That should be published on the front page of every newspaper in America.


deborah grabien - Mar 19, 2006 9:02:09 am PST #5755 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

Midlife

From the day we're born, we wrap ourselves up.

Clothing, attitude, armour both physical and emotional. We present this persona, this otherness, to the world; things behind which we cower, or rage, or want. Fashion may hide desperation. Humour may hide pain at being unable to fix what's broken.

As we age, those wraps wear thin. More and more, our essential selves become visible.

If you were alive to strip me of my wrap, what would be there? Naked, yearning, needing what I couldn't keep, powerful, still weeping for what broke?

Would you even see me? Am I even visible?


Steph L. - Mar 20, 2006 4:45:07 pm PST #5756 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism

Check it out! A drabble topic that's more or less on time.

Challenge #101 (disguise[s]) is now closed.

Challenge #102 is summer job[s]. Go to it.


deborah grabien - Mar 20, 2006 5:44:55 pm PST #5757 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

For Teppy and my WIP readers. JP's POV, of course.

Summer of Eighty-Three (a Kinkaid drabble)

It was the first real catering gig she ever had, you know?

Should have been easy. First off, rockers? Easy to please. And they were my mates: the Bombardiers, celebrating going into debt to buy their own San Francisco rehearsal studio, south of Market.

Bree's damned good at what she does. But she was barely twenty, just out of the culinary academy. She was scared half off her nut. I couldn't understand why.

Of course, they loved it. It was only later I found out she'd changed every recipe with alcohol in it, because she was afraid of me lapsing.