Drabble:
I’m sitting in my study, surrounded by my things. I try to bring order to the clutter, but most of it doesn’t have a proper place in the room or in my life. Journals with just a few pages written in them, books that I have owned for years and never read, and knick knacks of all sorts. They were supposed to comfort me, to feed a part of me that is hungrier and more hollow than my stomach ever could be, but they don’t, they can’t. Instead, they devour the space around me, making my world a little smaller.
Cindy, I've talked about just about everything on that list, except maybe the Bronze Safety 'Net. It's probably timely due to all the MySpace hysteria.
I appreciate this a lot. It's thinking about answers to questions that makes things start flowing, again. I just sent an e to a friend and said, "ask me something. anything. doesn't matter if it's embarassing."
I would like to maybe write an open letter to the douchebag who was such a shit at Comic Con. That's be hilarious, short, and catharsis all wrapped up in about 800 words.
What did I do with my time?
sj, nice one.
Allyson, literally, I'd suggest at the very least a Q&A on fan craziness, quotes taken at random from every sector of the issue.
so do that. Produce a bunch of stuff like that. stuff of various length. Some of it will fit into the flow of the main book. Anything that doesn't stick it into a back section. You could even call that section "end matter" or "back matter".
Write letters to five people who have pissed you off in fandom who are not already included. If they average 600 words each, that is 3,000 of your 9,000 words done. They are likely to be entertaing. And maybe Catharsis.
Thanks, deb.
Best of luck finding your words, Allyson. You're a talented writer; you can definitely do this.
Change names to protect the guilty.
Change names to protect the guilty.
Heh. Just call 'em archetypes.
"Dear Whiny Self-Absorbed Wannabe who called me a social climber at ArmpitCon in 1999...."
A happier drabble:
“Can I get you something to eat? Something to drink? No? Are you sure? Don’t be silly, it’s no trouble at all.”
“You’re too thin, eat something,” my grandmother would say as she pinched my hips to emphasize her point.
“I made your favorite for dinner.”
“Stay for dinner; we can always boil more pasta.”
“We had extra dinner, and we knew you would be alone tonight, so we brought it over.”
“I know you said not to bring anything, but I couldn’t come to dinner empty handed.”
These are the words my family uses to say, “I love you”.
sj -so yeah. When I was growing up nobody could get out of my house unfed.
