Jayne, your mouth is talking. You might wanna look to that.

Mal ,'Serenity'


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.


deborah grabien - Mar 17, 2006 7:24:01 pm PST #5753 of 10001
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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
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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
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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.


Beverly - Mar 20, 2006 7:26:32 pm PST #5758 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

A year of drama school behind me, I learned the script, and delivered it like a performance. Open, friendly half-smile, inviting the mark in on the joke.

They dropped us off at six, when Dads would be home from work, right around suppertime. For me they looked for upscale suburbs. I killed there, if I could get past the dogs.

(Bing-bong!) "Hi! I'm taking a survey, and I wonder if I could ask you three questions?"

On Friday nights, I'd find some family watching Star Trek, and subside quietly into the couch cushions, hoping they wouldn't ask me to leave during the commercial.


Aims - Mar 21, 2006 7:16:04 am PST #5759 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.

My Last Summer

Days in an amusement park, gosh how they fly.
Cleaning cars in the morning and testing the Gemini.
Bunked in a dorm by the Corkscrew I slept.
Did my days on the Mean Streak and the fairway I swept.
The nights were spent drinking and singing old songs.
Playing Cardinal Puff and quarters and dancing along.
I sped through that summer, like all young people should.
Working coasters of tubes and steel and of wood.
But the one thing I left that will never be found,
Was my last chance at youth, before life came around.


deborah grabien - Mar 21, 2006 7:20:01 am PST #5760 of 10001
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Damn, Aimee. That reads like a classic piece of Americana. Beautiful.


Aims - Mar 21, 2006 7:20:24 am PST #5761 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.

Thanks!


deborah grabien - Mar 21, 2006 7:24:10 am PST #5762 of 10001
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Oh, lordy. An exchange between me and my editor's assistant:

Her: "I have here the copyedits to Cruel Sister. Will you be home to sign for them if Fed Ex delivers them Thursday? They are due back 7 April."

Me: "Yep! Send it along. How extensive is it? Am I looking at major revisions, or is this fairly straightforward? Need to budget the time, since this is also (shudder) tax time."

Her: "Ah, yes, tax time. Well, it's the same copyeditor as last time. There's a lot of Post-Its. But the production editor says they're all very specific questions, about little things. Nothing major, from the looks of it."

Imagine my relief (and yes, that was snark, because the phrase "a lot of post-its" strikes fear into my heart).