Laura, good catches. Done.
And off it goes.
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.
deborah grabien - Oct 23, 2006 10:54:27 am PDT #8596 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Volans - Oct 23, 2006 9:17:14 pm PDT #8597 of 10001
move out and draw fire
Late to the review, but the letter as sent is solid, deb.
Allyson - Oct 24, 2006 2:48:25 pm PDT #8598 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
Note from editor:
...This level of edits you’re seeing are what many other authors see on a third round. You’ve really done a bang-up job here.
So if you heard a loud SQUEEEEEE from my direction, that's why.
I had no idea it was that clean.
Daisy Jane - Oct 24, 2006 3:01:12 pm PDT #8599 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Yay Allyson! What a nice thing to hear.
Zenkitty - Oct 24, 2006 4:17:15 pm PDT #8600 of 10001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
What a great thing to hear, Allyson!
And she worries...
Liese S. - Oct 24, 2006 7:55:35 pm PDT #8601 of 10001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Awesome. You rock! Yay, editor! Yay, author!
Amy - Oct 26, 2006 11:48:00 am PDT #8602 of 10001
Because books.
Yay, Allyson! Wowing your editor is what is known as a very good thing.
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Here's a triangle drabble. It's a little melodramatic, I think, but it is what it is.
Triangle
It’s the perfect shape for a cook – sink to stove to fridge. Efficient and orderly. No wasted steps.
My head has set itself up the same way. Despair to fury to determination, and back again.
Despair is the sink with the slow drip, never quite fixed, filling up the cups and bowls with dull water, ticking like a clock from hell. Fury—at my own choices, at my own despair—bakes in the hottest oven until the timer goes off. That’s when I take determination from the fridge, careful to use it before it thaws, grateful for its cold implacability.
erikaj - Oct 26, 2006 12:01:47 pm PDT #8603 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
(turns to show off pretty tag. Nice, huh?And I think it fits me , almost as well as him...except my audience is too small, but KO gets Buffista points for "smite", right?)
Here's mine: My narrator thinks about her cop.
I suppose it would have been a triangle, if Mary Beth had ever acknowledged me as other than the non-threatening friend of the family, or if I had been so used to being half of a pair that I felt entitled to having someone in my bed more often than every leap year. But it had been what it had been, a vacation, a respite, and I tried to not even stop in Fantasyland. I wasn’t going to buy him clothes, and get credit for his taste. “We” weren’t ever going to have a restaurant beyond that one scarred bar where it began. I was never going to debate hyphenating my name or picture a kid with my wild dark hair and his amazing hazel eyes. I just wasn’t. A person can’t be in a triangle if she’s in a cul-de sac.
Connie Neil - Oct 26, 2006 12:05:52 pm PDT #8604 of 10001
brillig
That is cool, AmyLiz.
Liese S. - Oct 26, 2006 12:06:29 pm PDT #8605 of 10001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Those are both very nice. I especially like your closing line, erika.