Hee, thanks, -t. My brain does seem to be a little obsessed with food lately.
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.
I think I finished this essay. Anyone wanto to beta?
I'll read it, deb, but I have doubts about how helpful I can be.
The Circle of Life
There’s a huge haul of rotten produce and empty bottles of cleaning product at the beginning. Maybe a vitamin bottle. Then the kitchen garbage gets simple: vegetable trimmings, meat scraps, egg shells. The bathroom wastebasket is just tissues, cotton balls, and Q-Tips. Ovulation tests make a significant layer when they appear – like the iridium strata that marks the extinction of the dinosaurs. The early detection pregnancy tests show up before the manufacturer’s recommendation. By the time the bloody pads start accumulating, the kitchen trash undergoes its metamorphosis to mostly wine bottles, candy wrappers, and pizza boxes.
While I'm serial posting, i think I forgot to say BELA FLECK! AWESOME! I love his music, and he seems like such a nice guy and has the witty if laconic stage banter, he should be able to give you a good blurb, deb.
I looooove Bela. Blurb from him will be of the good. Also going to see John Renbourne in a couple of weeks (idol of mine), and will give him Matty and maybe one of my precious galleys of Cruel Sister. He already has FFoSM.
_t, which email addy for essay? I'll probably send it to the editor at the same I send it out; this is purely as a favour and I'm not going to sweat bullets over it. Nice straightforward little thing.
Gmail, should be in my profile. Anything inparticular I should read for?
Just cohesiveness. Does it read without bumps, and does it hold together? The problem is, the editor was fairly unclear about what she wanted this to point to, other than the broad general "psychic experience happening to writers" thing.
This just in:
Transitions between sections are hard.
That is all.
Transitions between sections are hard.
Huh. How so?