loves Deb with a big ferocious love
Anything you need, bebe.
Ben ,'The Killer In Me'
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loves Deb with a big ferocious love
Anything you need, bebe.
Damn. Just caught up in this thread. My head is spinning - but I'll bet mine has nothing on yours.
If Demond is willing to pay an advance, there is no reason he shouldn't though. I mean if he offers there is no reason turn it down is there? For that matter no reason not to ask Cause I wanna see a writer friend of mine get rich from it so I can live vicariously through her.
If Demond is willing to pay an advance, there is no reason he shouldn't though. I mean if he offers there is no reason turn it down is there?
No, but he won't, unless it's for the possible film stuff. And right now, I wouldn't take it. I am seriously pissed off and I'm going to make these cloistered little no-nothings eat their words and eat my dust. (and yes, that "no-nothing" is supposed to be spelled that way. It should be in quotes: No! NOTHING! Assholes.)
For that matter no reason not to ask Cause I wanna see a writer friend of mine get rich from it so I can live vicariously through her.
Screw vicariously. There will be real rich and a place in Tuscany for people to come hang.
waves PomPoms.
which is ironic, really, what with being a Pom herself.
Go Team Deb! You bloody SHOW them, girl!
What Fay said.
Hey, Deb's got her Bitch flag flying. Fantastic.
Hee. I wondered how long it would be before someone pulled the "white chicks can't write" card out on her, and made her eyes spin around and turn red...but this is WAY faster than my speculations.
I am seriously pissed off and I'm going to make these cloistered little no-nothings eat their words and eat my dust.
Go, Deb!
Not to change the subject, but I am now attempting to write copy for a book with a character named Cinnamon. Yes, it's a romance. I want to barf.
I hope the hero nicknames her CinnaBons.
I went to college with a Cinnamon, a Velvet and a Michelin. And to high school with a Precious Love.
I went to college with a Cinnamon, a Velvet and a Michelin. And to high school with a Precious Love.
Oh, dear lord.
I was just thinking, the other day in K-Mart, that if I hear one more woman calling her daughter "Destiny," I will buy a crossbow. And get Deb to teach me to use it.