What Fay said.
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.
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.
Just crank the bow, and aim a little higher than you want to hit. (An Uzi works in much the same way, cept the uzi jumps around a lot more, and you aim LOWER than what you want to hit.)
Don't front that my wife's shit ain't tight, bitches. Although that ire isn't all for you...I don't want to be writing twentysomething crips living on peanut butter when I'm ninety, either. Cinnamon should be a man living as a woman, but she's probably not, right?
Cinnamon should be a man living as a woman, but she's probably not, right?
Nope. Apparently she is the half-Druid sister of another half-Druid (named Isabella, which is one big WTF?!) who has "mated with" a Demon (capital D), and is now a Fledgling learning her Druidic powers.
::cries::
Oh, look. Fanfic. Without the fan part.