I don't think that'll happen, Jilli.
Simon: I'm trying to put this as delicately as I can... How do I know you won't kill me in my sleep? Mal: You don't know me, son. So let me explain this to you once: If I ever kill you, you'll be awake, you'll be facing me, and you'll be armed.
'Serenity'
The Great Write Way, Chapter Two: Twice upon a time...
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erikaj - Jul 22, 2006 11:06:48 am PDT #7902 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
deborah grabien - Jul 22, 2006 11:33:32 am PDT #7903 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Jilli, did you ever get to read my feedback? I'm hoping it was remotely useful.
And even without changing a word, you aren't going to get that reaction from the agent, believe me. Breathe.
Atropa - Jul 22, 2006 11:58:24 am PDT #7904 of 10001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
Jilli, did you ever get to read my feedback? I'm hoping it was remotely useful.
I did, and it was quite helpful. Thank you!
-t - Jul 22, 2006 12:47:08 pm PDT #7905 of 10001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
Thanks, erika!
Pretty sure you don't have to worry, Jilli.
Lee - Jul 22, 2006 12:54:51 pm PDT #7906 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Me too, Jilli
deborah grabien - Jul 22, 2006 9:17:21 pm PDT #7907 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
I did say I was going to drabble on the On Holiday topic...
Anniversary
Poolside at the Bellagio, not yet 9 am and it's 94 degrees. My husband snores gently upstairs.
I'm slathered in 45SPF. I have iced coffee. I have two enormous towels, from the pretty cabana boys. I have a chaise and an umbrella. I have my iPod.
Relax, escape the daily grind - isn't that why I'm here? I take a fast swim in the chilly water, and stretch out, noise-cancelling headphones cranked high. I close my eyes. Relax, escape...
Piano, your voice, my voice, filling my ears, heart, eyes, memory, the Nevada morning.
Relax? Escape? Maybe someday.
But not today.
erikaj - Jul 23, 2006 1:34:40 pm PDT #7908 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
drabbling "Holiday": My favorite holiday memory isn’t of a special gift, although there are many that I could choose from, of all descriptions. It was of one Thanksgiving, baking cookies, the smell of warm vanilla and the sounds of girlish laughter filling the place. Lately, our holidays have felt a little too quiet, but maybe that’s because we know now what we didn’t then, that that was a borrowed warm moment and it would take more than pretty pink icing to sweeten what was ahead.
II In my dreams, walking is like flying. After the dreams are over, I think what a break that would be, like my own desert island built with the power of my legs and my suddenly strong back. It would be nice to be stared at because I’m captivating, or actually run on a beach. Nice to have things that are wrong with me that are not announced to every sad-eyed passerby who’s never actually spent time with someone like me.
Strix - Jul 23, 2006 6:08:46 pm PDT #7909 of 10001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
Nice to have things that are wrong with me that are not announced to every sad-eyed passerby who’s never actually spent time with someone like me.
Oh, excellent, Erika!
Er. In a I-feel-your-pain great way, o' course.
erikaj - Jul 23, 2006 6:13:12 pm PDT #7910 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
I get that...the other one was going to be more of an account of festivity, but for wanting to come under 100 words for once. Though I've got the impulse to write back to some extent, I'm still not exactly saying what I mean all the time.
victor infante - Jul 24, 2006 9:29:08 am PDT #7911 of 10001
To understand what happened at the diner, we shall use Mr. Papaya! This is upsetting because he's the friendliest of fruits.
New "How To Succeed As A Failing Writer" is up.
Last time around we looked at sex. It's only fair that this time we delve into booze and drugs.
Drunken brilliance: The night can make a writer more brave, but not more sober