hiya deb, insent with a question...
Where's the praising and extolling of my virtues? Where's the love?
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Allyson - May 12, 2006 8:51:23 am PDT #6714 of 10001
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica
Typo Boy - May 12, 2006 9:23:49 am PDT #6715 of 10001
Calli: My people have a saying. A man who trusts can never be betrayed, only mistaken.Avon: Life expectancy among your people must be extremely short.
Hia all. Does anyone know a good online group for information on nuts and bolts of non-fiction writing - especially book proposals and such. I think I've reached the limits of what I can learn from reference manual; I need group support from aspiring and actual non-fiction writers for whom non-fiction is the primary interest.
sfmarty - May 12, 2006 12:16:43 pm PDT #6716 of 10001
Who? moi??
Typo boy, this may sound odd, but log onto the sfwa (science fiction Writers of America) site. I suspect they would have lots of good leads. SF writers are deep into real research.
deborah grabien - May 12, 2006 1:00:39 pm PDT #6717 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Mart, if SFWA is actually willing to answer questions from someone who doesn't belong to the org, they've evolved since the last time I asked anything there. Of course, that was a long, long time ago.
Allyson, answered - with more, er, authoritative answer hopefully to follow shortly.
cryptic FWIW, my own take is that I recently did that, and that it's purely your call and your choice and your right. But let's get some doubly-sure assurance.
Typo Boy - May 13, 2006 10:47:14 am PDT #6718 of 10001
Calli: My people have a saying. A man who trusts can never be betrayed, only mistaken.Avon: Life expectancy among your people must be extremely short.
a little nothing of a drabble (not relating to a particular challenge) - based on a dream. Feedback is still appreciated.
Palely Loitering
You're turning aren't you?" It was obvious; gold hairs threading among the black, brown eyes fading to green. The skin had grown paler and more translucent, and begun to emit an odor of violets.
"Yes, I'll be one of the fey soon. That won't stop us being friends, will it?" Hints of birdsong underlay the voice.
"You'll be trying to kill me. I'll have to hurt you with salt and iron, at the least, to prevent that."
The birdsong beneath the words was nightingale sad: "I suppose that IS the way this works. But we don't have to let it end our friendship, do we?"
SailAweigh - May 13, 2006 10:52:23 am PDT #6719 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
That is just lovely, Typo Boy.
deborah grabien - May 13, 2006 1:17:54 pm PDT #6720 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
The drabble itself is very, very good.
This:
The birdsong beneath the words was nightingale sad:
is exquisite.
Steph L. - May 15, 2006 9:54:23 am PDT #6721 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
New drabble topic!
Challenge #109 (lies my parents told me) is now closed.
Challenge #110 is in the garden. Any garden. Even In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida, if you must....
deborah grabien - May 15, 2006 3:59:49 pm PDT #6722 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
For once, not autobiographical. This is Kinkaid-related.
The Ring Coffin
16, Howard Crescent, NW1, is classic Nash; gracious, spacious, elegant. On the crescent, nannies wheel babies in prams, old men walk overfed dogs. You'd never guess 16 belonged to a rock star.
At the back, pure London, there's a garden. Apple trees, one yew, drop their crabbed fruit and lethal berries, in the passing of seasons. There's a curving path; there's a stone bench.
Buried deep behind the bench is a polished box. It contains the ring worn by the musician's dead wife: Cilla, junkie and murderer.
The house will decay before the ring will. The musician's goodbye will remain.
Typo Boy - May 16, 2006 1:09:03 pm PDT #6723 of 10001
Calli: My people have a saying. A man who trusts can never be betrayed, only mistaken.Avon: Life expectancy among your people must be extremely short.
OK - response to the challenge, but in no way a drabble.
Very talky meat, but I think since it is supposed to be a yarn maybe that's OK. I'd really welcome feedback on this - prefer here to livejournal comments, but either is fine.