Blessed mother, I'm hungry.
Spike: Taking up smoking, are you? Harmony: I am a villain, Spike. Hello!
Spike/Harm ,'Help'
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.
Connie Neil - Oct 09, 2006 12:43:38 pm PDT #8475 of 10001
brillig
deborah grabien - Oct 09, 2006 12:45:33 pm PDT #8476 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Oy. At some point, something in a topic will resonate with me again. Not right now, though. Right now, anything I tried to write on this would feel like a writing class exercise. No resonance, alas.
Ah well. I've got enough writing to get done with deadline gun at my head; I'll sit back and just read, for a change.
Steph L. - Oct 09, 2006 2:01:11 pm PDT #8477 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Challenge #128 is a cup of coffee and a piece of pie.
I have this overwhelming urge to write a Twin Peaks drabble.
And yet, these aren't fic drabbles.
(Actually, I don't have a drabble in mind, other than the connection between Twin Peaks and coffee + pie. I just needed to point it out. Mmmm....pie....)
juliana - Oct 09, 2006 2:02:07 pm PDT #8478 of 10001
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
And yet, these aren't fic drabbles.
Nope, but I have an urge to write a Supernatural drabble around the topic.
Lee - Oct 09, 2006 2:03:33 pm PDT #8479 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Mebbe we could bend the rules, just for a week?
Steph L. - Oct 09, 2006 2:03:39 pm PDT #8480 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Oh, the people being sucked in by the SPN fandom....
(I can't cope with creepy shit, much like the way I can't cope with medical dramas -- if I watch them, I have a complete nervous breakdown. So SPN is not in my future, alas.)
SailAweigh - Oct 09, 2006 2:07:47 pm PDT #8481 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
With Pie
Dark and rich, I breathe in the aroma of the coffee in my cup. Out my window I can see the quilt of turned leaves that covers the ground and piles up against the coop in the backyard. A basket of apples sits on the balcony, keeping crisp in the cool air of the autumn afternoon. Later tonight, I’ll peel them, pile them high with a flurry of butter shavings before I put the crust on. I’ll surround myself with the sounds and smells of the last of the season. But, first, I take my axe in hand. It’s time.
Zenkitty - Oct 09, 2006 2:12:15 pm PDT #8482 of 10001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
Spooooky, Sail.
Lee - Oct 09, 2006 2:12:40 pm PDT #8483 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
first, I take my axe in hand. It’s time.
to go hunt down demons?
(sorry, still stuck on SPN.)
deborah grabien - Oct 09, 2006 2:27:16 pm PDT #8484 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Mebbe we could bend the rules, just for a week?
Bend how? By making it fic?