Wash: Well, I wash my hands of it. It's a hopeless case. I'll read a nice poem at the funeral. Something with imagery. Zoe: You could lock the door and keep the power-hungry maniac at bay. Wash: Oh, no, I'm starting to like this poetry idea now. Here lies my beloved Zoe, my autumn flower, somewhat less attractive now she's all corpsified and gross...

'Shindig'


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.


Amy - Jan 16, 2007 5:47:21 am PST #8855 of 10001
Because books.

x-post with Bitches

::dances into thread. collapses::

I'm done! I'm done rewriting the Evil Book From Hell! I just emailed it off to my editor and I'm smoking a celebratory cigarette!

::cries with relief::


Topic!Cindy - Jan 16, 2007 5:48:41 am PST #8856 of 10001
What is even happening?

YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


sumi - Jan 16, 2007 5:56:34 am PST #8857 of 10001
Art Crawl!!!

Whoo hoo!


javachik - Jan 16, 2007 6:17:43 am PST #8858 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.

AmyLiz, congratulations! Now go have a cig and a gimlet. Gimlet's on me.


sj - Jan 16, 2007 6:37:29 am PST #8859 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

Yay, AmyLiz!


Steph L. - Jan 16, 2007 9:41:01 am PST #8860 of 10001
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe

Ooops! I was off work for MLK Day yesterday, which made me think today is Monday, so (as per usual) I'm late with the new drabble topic. D'oh.

Challenge #140 (pictures from the Look At Me website) is now closed.

Challenge #141 is overqualified.


erikaj - Jan 19, 2007 9:44:51 am PST #8861 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!

For the overqualified challenge:
A voice over your head, not pleasant, which is new(Even your enemies usually pretend they like you; you’ve spent years learning the difference,) says “Yeah, but can you type?”) You refrain from pointing out that the thing he holds, is, in fact, typed by your grubby hands, figuring “Well, duh,” is not very professional. But he wants to know if you Type, great marathons of words almost without conscious thought, enough so that people might watch you work for other reasons than to see what a talking dog knows about the AP stylebook. You don’t. Type. But you figure you could still make up for it, with your accuracy score off the charts and all, considering you’re not likely to sneak back into a work all liquored up or anything and you can compensate like nobody’s business. Isn’t that what life is? Doing stuff, anyway... But you can shove your insight unless you can trade it for another 40 wpm. Life in the real world’s tough.


Steph L. - Jan 22, 2007 11:35:51 am PST #8862 of 10001
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe

New drabble topic!

Challenge #141 (overqualified) is now closed.

Challenge #142 is recipe(s).

Mix well, bake for 30 minutes, and be sure to post your drabbles!


Strix - Jan 22, 2007 12:04:00 pm PST #8863 of 10001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger

How to Make MarySues:

Dry Ingredients:

1 head of luxurious waving flame-colored tresses
2 too-large-for-fashion, I-regret-that-they-are-too-large, MyLord! firm, rosy-tipped breasts
2 firm-from-riding-wild-talking-stallions legs
2 large, lambent, discerning, desirous amythest eyes
1 serious sense of adventure (unleavened by common sense)

Wet Ingredients:

A sloppy helping of helpless charm
1 tight, pulsating womanhood, moistened by the merest glimpse from the hero's ebon-dark evil eyes
1 heaping handful of Purportedly Spicy Brains
4 pounds of My Lady's Multiple O's, despite the presence of...
1 glistening perfect cherry

Stir briskly with the Beaters of Slick Love, adding a pinch of FeistySpice, and a soupcon of Mi8ken ID for flavor. Bake at the heat of WhiteHot Passion for 3 hours, and serve with 2 Candied Eyes, rolled.


Liese S. - Jan 22, 2007 6:20:08 pm PST #8864 of 10001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."

Bwah!