Deb, I'm sorry about the piano, dear.
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.
Wheee! One step closer to cramming Allyson's book on my overcrowded shelves!
Woo hoo Allyson!! What excellent news!!
Yay Allyson! Can't wait to buy and read it!
deb, that's very cool about the invite, and I'm glad you got immediate goodness from de-cloaking. Are you going to keep going after the piano?
Are you going to keep going after the piano?
I don't know. I need a few days to process. Right now, the only thing I know is that my heart is broken.
God Damn the Pusher Man
Here, take a taste. Fresh hope, primo stuff, don't cost you a dime.
"My brother-in-law has the piano. Maybe he'll sell it to you?"
Good shit, aint it? This is rock crystal hope we're talking about - cure all your ills.
"Let's call him. John? Hey - listen, do you still have that piano? His ex wants to buy it, pay for a few old regrets."
Yeah, don't that hope taste good? What? Well, yeah, the crash can be a little hard.
"Sorry to inform you I already sold it..."
More hope? Please?
Sorry, baby. Next taste gonna cost you.
Sorry somebody sold you a burn bag, sposa. You could kill them, if you felt like it.
You could kill them, if you felt like it.
Yeah. But it wouldn't accomplish anything; I'd still be addicted to the hope.
Deb, I'm sorry.
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ION, I just sent another chirpy "Hi! How are things?" sort of e-mail to the nice agent lady. Have I mentioned I hate waiting? That I have no patience, and the longer I have to wait, the more worried and fretful I become? Argh, argh, argh.
Jilli, I know. Believe me, I know. Waiting sucks.
But I'm betting yours come out fine.