(if anyone wants to see the guy i'm dating, his URL is up in Bitches the next 4 minutes. Totally selfish FYI for those who don't frequent Bitches,)
Joyce ,'Never Leave Me'
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.
Awwww. Looks to be a sweetie, Erin.
Letter to Rowling tweaked, and sent. Now I wait, which is mostly what I seem to do with Big Name Blurbs, these days.
And of course, F2F has been All About Harry Potter for the last little bit, with Fay and Pete teasing madly away.
He is sweet. Yet evil. In a good way.
Hee. Okay, .
I wonder how long you'll have to wait for a yea or nay, Deb. I bet she gets a metric shitload of reqs.
Erin, that's one reason I made damned sure that the subject line specified the multiple sclerosis. I suspect that most of the blurb reqs she get are for straight blurbs. This is rather different. It's also why I included the chapter segment.
Good thinking.
Yep. It's also why we mentioned that Montel Williams knows about the Chronicles, and has made noise about doing a show featuring it, once the series is bought and published. He has the same flavour of the disease that killed Rowling's mother.
And Rowling just donated 2.5 million quid -that's, what, four million US dollars, these days? - to research. She's fierce and committed about it.
Holy Put Your Money Where Your Mouth IS, Batman!
Good on her.
Hell, if I'd made her royalties? I'd be donating to the same cause, trust me. It's rather near to my heart.
Not to mention your achy muscles, et. al.
Not to mention your achy muscles, et. al.
Yes. Those, as well. Also to the days of not being able to walk without gritting my teeth and falling down, to the days where there are apparently electric cattle prods being held up against my jawline, to the days when I can't cook because trying to use one of my pricey Henckels would lose my a finger or three because I can't coordinate what I not only love to do, but have been doing for thirty five years. Also to the days when I pick up a guitar and can sort of play it using sense memory, because the damaged nerves will never send those signals properly to the brain again.
Not to mention the ongoing terror that the damned disease will jump. Just because I have the easy version of it now doesn't mean it's going to stay that way. It's phase one now - it could go phase two and hit progressive tomorrow. It's not predictable. There's no way to know.
Being alive is about balance. I balance it by writing about it, and writing about it pretty damned effectively.
Also why I have zero tolerance - and I do mean zero - for any resentment towards the groovy stuff in my life.
edit: well, that was a gorgeous example of Deb the Thread Slayer. Not my intent, honestly.
In other news, first half of chapter eight sent out to WIP readers. Feedback, SVP?