That puts my mind at a bit more ease, AmyLiz.
And what's the fun in becoming an immortal demon if you're not regular, am I right?
The Mayor ,'End of Days'
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.
Allyson - Sep 05, 2006 12:45:41 pm PDT #8257 of 10001
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica
erikaj - Sep 05, 2006 1:20:07 pm PDT #8258 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
A First Bite drabble: The first nip starts out pleasant, but you’re excited and take it a bit far. He complains a little, but is still good-natured(He seems disposed to think anything you do is cute, so sometimes you wonder what’s wrong with him. Nobody gets charmed by you, for God’s sake. Not with all these real women here, who wear makeup without feeling like they’re out on Halloween, with the gorgeous bodies that promise more than scientific questions answered. What is his problem?) For now, you just wish it were contagious and blush. “You bit me, you know,” You don’t hear for a minute that he didn’t mind, and get redder than you have ever been. “I’m sorry. I’ve picked up some bad habits...the first boy I ever kissed, you know, liked that. A lot.” And it’s been years since you’ve been that close to anyone. You are surprised your lips aren’t dusty to the touch. But even your biggest fan would tell you that. But by the time you work out how to ask, he’s gone to catch a train.
deborah grabien - Sep 05, 2006 5:22:56 pm PDT #8259 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Hypatia
They took you off the street, you wise woman, you teacher, you shining star of Platonic Alexandria.
They dragged you into their church, screaming their hate, chanting the name of their chosen god, justifying their barbarity.
One historian says they had shards; another says oyster shells. They fell on you, ravening with hate for your noncompliance. They scraped you until you were nothing.
Tomorrow is 6 September. Every year on that day, I feel the first bite of the shards of memory scraping my own heart. For a moment, distracted from pain, I think of you, wise woman, shining star.
sarameg - Sep 05, 2006 6:27:47 pm PDT #8260 of 10001
Half a lifetime ago:
It fucking burns! Who said this was a good idea? What masochist added this to food, made it a primary ingrediant? Can't taste shit. Moronic natives!
You are freaking sweating over food?! How is this good?! You freak!
Now:
Gimme. Gimme. Smuggled in my luggage. Gimme. I mourn the lack of chile smoked in drums outside my Safeway. Gimme. Knock me out.
Allyson - Sep 07, 2006 2:10:07 pm PDT #8261 of 10001
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica
YAYYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY!!!!!!!!!!
Got email from editor. Says the MS is fantastic and there's not much in the way of major edits. Old agent says the sales department loves it and verra excited about it.
Man. I want to go home, have a latte, and bask in the glow of published-hood.
Cashmere - Sep 07, 2006 2:11:05 pm PDT #8262 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.
Allyson, that's GREAT! Bask, Baby, BASK.
Atropa - Sep 07, 2006 2:12:04 pm PDT #8263 of 10001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
Allyson, that's awesome! (Told you so, told you so!)
Eeee, I'm so happy for you.
§ ita § - Sep 07, 2006 2:13:22 pm PDT #8264 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Go you!
ChiKat - Sep 07, 2006 2:15:58 pm PDT #8265 of 10001
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
Yay, Allyson!!! You rocketh mightily, writer woman.
juliana - Sep 07, 2006 2:19:16 pm PDT #8266 of 10001
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
YAY ALLYSON! Now we just need Jilli's editor to get back to her.