I think this was it [link]
So, how was your summer? Mine was fun. Saw some fish. Went mad with hunger. Hallucinated a whole bunch.
Angel ,'Conviction (1)'
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.
Daisy Jane - Jul 13, 2007 12:21:53 pm PDT #9065 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Amy - Jul 17, 2007 6:23:18 am PDT #9066 of 10001
Because books.
Aw, no one posted a topic yesterday.
Let's try: "Words to live by."
Go!
Atropa - Jul 17, 2007 6:59:18 pm PDT #9067 of 10001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
Not a drabble, but I need to flail and wibble at people for a moment.
My agent sent me her comments on my book proposal. Apparently it's in pretty good shape; there's not much I need to do to it except add a couple of things. And, er, double the length of my sample chapter. Which, cool, except for the fact that my brain is saying Write more? Sorry, no words! Having no words. La la la la oooh, is that a bat?
Someone please reassure me that my brain will come back tomorrow?
§ ita § - Jul 17, 2007 7:01:21 pm PDT #9068 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
It is a bat of inspiration, Jilli, and its wings shed both glitter and words.
You're good.
Beverly - Jul 17, 2007 7:06:24 pm PDT #9069 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
What ita said. Your words will come back. Promise. And yay! on the not-needing much!
Allyson - Jul 17, 2007 9:08:20 pm PDT #9070 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
Aw, Jilli. I hear you. I have to put together 5 or 6 essays for my proposal, and they're in my head, but my hands are so not cooperating. ita, are you working on that b.org request from Kat to draw thoughts directly from brain into posting box? I could use that.
Miracleman - Jul 18, 2007 7:32:44 am PDT #9071 of 10001
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020
It's contagious. I have no words! I have two essays need some fixin' and I need to write some new ones and...words? None!
Who the fuck stole all the words? I will have their dictionaries mounted on spikes in front of my Fortress of Writer's Block!
erikaj - Jul 18, 2007 8:34:33 am PDT #9072 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
I don't have 'em.
Connie Neil - Jul 18, 2007 9:42:12 am PDT #9073 of 10001
brillig
Your words may be stuck in the front of my brain, playing bizarre and intricate games with my words, which seem to be endlessly playing the opening of the next part of Career Change but refusing to leave my grey matter and travel down my arms to my fingers to readability.
Your words are foul corrupters, sir, and they've diverted my perfectly cooperative words into pathways of indolence and nonproductivity. You, sir, have hooligan words.
askye - Jul 18, 2007 10:00:11 am PDT #9074 of 10001
Thrive to spite them
MM, your words showed up in my brain. Except morphed into a story about Henry and they are killing me! All these interesting words jumbling in my head and I don't have a decent place to write them down yet.