Wow! I haven't been in here in a while. So many GREAT drabbles!
Hey MM, if you want another reader, shoot it over to me. I'd love to read what you have so far on this goofy fantasy novel. Who knows - I might even have a suggestion or two.
'Jaynestown'
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
Wow! I haven't been in here in a while. So many GREAT drabbles!
Hey MM, if you want another reader, shoot it over to me. I'd love to read what you have so far on this goofy fantasy novel. Who knows - I might even have a suggestion or two.
Hey MM, if you want another reader
ditto this. checking profile addy now...
Backflung, MM.
Uh...Nicole, insent to profile addy.
-t, caught, opened and backbackflung.
Sox, er...in process of flinging assuming profile addy good.
Whew. It's like playing badminton with four octopi.
addy is good.
Whew. It's like playing badminton with four octopi.
hmph.
I prefer nautilus. but whatever.
Oh, dude, I totally should have said nautilus.
I'M A HACK!
...
Over it now.
After my whole speech on why I only write things related to my WIP, what did I do but come home and have an inspiration for a personal drabble:
None of Your Business Casual
There’s nothing wrong with the blank pants and gray sweater. They fit. The cut and color flatter. But all day I’m uncomfortable and out of sorts. My clothes are a costume for a role chosen out of dreary necessity, not passion, a role I’ve been trying to shed for almost a decade now.
I come home, turn on Noggin for my daughter, head upstairs, and change clothes. The moment I put on my jeans is sensual pleasure--the denim soft yet heavy, scratchy yet good on my skin.
Until the alarm goes off tomorrow morning, I am myself again.
Good one, Susan.
Backflung, MM.
Nicole, Sox and -t: Revised chapters winging their way through the aether to youse guys.
Skin
My skin has been slowly transformed over the years; but my scars all commemorate trivia, not trauma. Spilled soup made the burn mark on my chest. The permanently smashed kneecap was the result of a fall off a ladder while changing a light bulb. The gouges above my ankles were made by close encounters with dishwasher doors and other major appliances. My fingers were sliced by various knives aimed at fish and vegetables. My face contains permanent records of shaving accidents. I occasionally consider getting a tattoo that simply reads "klutz", but I always decide that it would be redundant.[Edit: Thanks DCP]