Ooh, good. LOVED Ailleann's. Mine about birthdays refused to cram itself into anything near 100 words.
Neither, both. Actually, it's a miracle.
Perfect.
Saffron: You're a good man. Mal: You clearly haven't been talking to anyone else on this boat.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
The Great Write Way, Chapter Two: Twice upon a time...
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Volans - Sep 26, 2006 4:53:55 am PDT #8354 of 10001
move out and draw fire
Amy - Sep 26, 2006 11:52:13 am PDT #8355 of 10001
Because books.
For those of you who ever daydreamed about writing jacket copy for books, be warned. You may be called upon to write copy for something called BIG SPANKABLE ASSES -- something that is emphatically *not* a slick porn mag, and will be sold, one presumes, on the shelves at Barnes & Noble and other fine booksellers. With your copy on the back.
::weeps::
Lee - Sep 26, 2006 11:53:38 am PDT #8356 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Oh, poor AmyLiz.
not laughing not laughing.
Typo Boy - Sep 26, 2006 11:53:46 am PDT #8357 of 10001
Calli: My people have a saying. A man who trusts can never be betrayed, only mistaken.Avon: Life expectancy among your people must be extremely short.
Hey, it could be worse. Your name could be on it.
Amy - Sep 26, 2006 11:55:18 am PDT #8358 of 10001
Because books.
Go ahead, laugh. I will be, because I'm going to get very, very drunk to write this.
Your name could be on it.
Hush, you. Clearly, I'd only write that under a pseudonym!
Ginger - Sep 26, 2006 11:58:08 am PDT #8359 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Hey, it could be worse. Your name could be on it.
Even worse, your ass could be on it.
sfmarty - Sep 26, 2006 12:00:08 pm PDT #8360 of 10001
Who? moi??
snickering
P.M. Marc - Sep 26, 2006 12:10:05 pm PDT #8361 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
For those of you who ever daydreamed about writing jacket copy for books, be warned. You may be called upon to write copy for something called BIG SPANKABLE ASSES -- something that is emphatically *not* a slick porn mag, and will be sold, one presumes, on the shelves at Barnes & Noble and other fine booksellers. With your copy on the back.
I want your job.
Amy - Sep 26, 2006 12:12:41 pm PDT #8362 of 10001
Because books.
I want your job.
You might feel differently if you had to write copy for something called LORD OF THE SATYRS, in which said satyr lord actually had two penises. (One strictly for procreating!)
Or, you know, not.
P.M. Marc - Sep 26, 2006 12:21:49 pm PDT #8363 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
You might feel differently if you had to write copy for something called LORD OF THE SATYRS, in which said satyr lord actually had two penises. (One strictly for procreating!)
Sadly, I'll have to go with the, "or not!" option.
Because that didn't put a dent in my desire at all.