Is this the story I was reading? It was good.
Hey! What do you two think you're doing? Fightin' at a time like this. You'll use up all the air!
Jayne ,'Out Of Gas'
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.
Zenkitty - Aug 28, 2007 4:31:58 am PDT #9314 of 10001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
Susan W. - Aug 28, 2007 9:53:16 am PDT #9315 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
Yeah, it's the same one, though I just sent her the first three chapters, so it didn't include that scene.
Atropa - Aug 28, 2007 7:01:12 pm PDT #9316 of 10001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
wanders into thread, shaking slightly
I just sent the final draft of my book proposal to my agent. Why am I so nervous?
Susan W. - Aug 28, 2007 7:03:41 pm PDT #9317 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
Well, if it's anything like my nervousness, it's "What if she hates it now that I've put so much love and effort into it?"
Beverly - Aug 28, 2007 7:33:53 pm PDT #9318 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Deep breaths, Jilli. She'll love it!
sj - Aug 29, 2007 3:21:10 am PDT #9319 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Go, Jillli! I can't imagine that they won't love it.
Allyson - Aug 29, 2007 10:50:08 am PDT #9320 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
Jilli, it is going to really really really be okay.
She's your partner in this, and she wants to sell your book and make you millions so she can have some of the millions.
And she's a nice lady.
erikaj - Aug 30, 2007 12:17:48 pm PDT #9321 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
Sort of...well, I hate the word "blocked" but I guess I am.(It does make me feel like some dork in a beret flouncing around going "I cannot *work* in these conditions!" to talk about it that way, but I guess I've barely stopped writing in the past three years...it was bound to happen once in a while, right?) But it really makes me feel bad that the one thing going on in my life...kind of, isn't.
Volans - Aug 31, 2007 11:21:17 am PDT #9322 of 10001
move out and draw fire
Whereas I'm so desperate for a creative outlet that I wrote poetry in my dream last night. Then posted it here, and you guys liked it, although someone using the screen name NerdNick didn't think it was sexy enough.
I wish I slept with a pencil and notebook near the bed, because I remembered a bit of it on waking but can't remember it now, and I bet it would be funny as all get-out. Magnetic Subconscious Poetry.
Deena - Sep 02, 2007 7:48:18 pm PDT #9323 of 10001
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara
On the Bus
I gave away one breakfast burrito, two encouraging speeches (one to a Mexican girl embarrassed by the look of an evil-eyed old man, and one to a sexy drug addict on his way to rehab) three dollars, four words of bad Spanish, a handful of crackers and an apple.
Five weeks later, I wasted about six cups of tears, or about what one might reasonably cry between Los Angeles and Blythe.
I was then asked to stop doing that. So, I did. Instead I gave advice to four lost French boys, and then I gave three stories, two socks (a pair), a quarter for the telephone, and my place in line.
When I stepped off the bus, I had no more tears, quarters, words, or books, nor any desire to ever live in California again.