'Shindig'
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
Like, the driving factor in the darkness of the pointy skulls is, "If I have to suffer all this junk that's been piling on since forever, too, why don't I get a slice of the astonishing pie?"
Yes, this. This is an attitude I see a lot of, and it's difficult to get past because no one has a good answer to give those people. (Well, saying "Because life is random, sorry" never strikes me as a good answer, anyways.)
Life is random, though. Or at the very least, my philosophy is that precious little is under my direct control. Stuff happens.
Or at the very least, my philosophy is that precious little is under my direct control.
Heh. And at 180 from that - since I believe pretty much everything that happens to me is under my control - there still isn't any good answer. Because no one wants to hear "look, if you're unhappy with your choices, change as many of them as you feel you're able to change, or don't. but either way stop resenting me for my life", either.
learning about myself
I knew I had found my identity when I started skipping lunch. Instead I ate vending machine cookies and hung out with my newfound friends who dreamed and laughed and extrapolated and made snarky comments about the snarkable.
It didn't make life ideal, but it sure made it bearable.
Later, I befriended a boy who had gotten kicked out of the nearby city school for knifing somebody. My parents warned me about him, but it was too late.
Life did get easier after that. Somehow it helped for everyone to know you were close to the boy they all feared.
Eeep.
Just sent the chapter outline/breakdown/synopsis/thingie to the nice agent. (Okay, my agent. I have to get used to saying that.)
Why am I nervous? I shouldn't be nervous, should I?
Dayum, Liese.
Just sent the chapter outline/breakdown/synopsis/thingie to the nice agent. (Okay, my agent. I have to get used to saying that.)
Why am I nervous? I shouldn't be nervous, should I?
I love you, Jilli.
Buffistas are the publishingest.
Jilli! Best of luck!
I love you, Jilli.
I swear, I am going to figure out how to teleport so you and I can get together, dye each other's hair, play with makeup, and go geeble geeble geeble OMG publishing! at each other.
(Which is a roundabout way of saying I love you too.)
(aging unmakeupabble publishing crone, er, hag, er, veteran, sulking in corner from lack of geebling)
Jilli, go get 'em!