I'm too competitive. I was just trying to drive up the price on that auction that Betsy linked to for the mystery author critique, and now am winning again, but at a higher price than I originally envisioned, with the poverty and all...but I'm posting about it because, in case I win? She'll want to see a five-page synopsis, which I'll have to write. What should I keep in mind?
Riley ,'Lessons'
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.
erika, if you win, yelp. I'll go over it with you - is there a deadline, if you do win the bid?
Luck, then, Deb.
(Which I typo'd orginally as "lick, Deb." Which kinda wasn't the message I wanted to send, but hee.)
I'm not sure...just a bunch of stuff about payment clearing and such. I think when you win you set things up with Cherry Author Lady, but I'm not completely sure.
Inspired by deb, I'm going to get plucky and see if I can get a blurb from Sarah Vowell.
Go, Allyson!
Allyson, I just had this perfect mental image of you and Ms. Vowell, just hanging and talking and getting progressively chattier as the conversation gets cooler and cooler.
Allyson, I just had this perfect mental image of you and Ms. Vowell, just hanging and talking and getting progressively chattier as the conversation gets cooler and cooler.
When this happens, I want to be sitting at the next table so I can shamelessly eavesdrop.
As on topic as it gets. What I did at two this morning.
If I get a response, I may write the second half of that title quote.
See Me, Feel Me...
Dear Joel:
There's a curtain. I've never known whether it was light-filtering or light-blocking; I didn't care, so long as it kept me safely out of view.
Not sure if we ever met, back in 1975
The music tore the curtain. It came pouring out, into the cracks in me, the parts that broke when we ended. I thought the cracks, touched with sound, would bleed. They did. They bled sunlight.
Anytime you want to share some mutual memories of him...
Cautious, I step out from behind the curtain. Maybe it won't kill me, after all.
...just let me know.
hee. I wish.