Nothin'. I just wanted you to face me so she could get behind ya.

Mal ,'The Train Job'


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.


Allyson - Mar 20, 2008 12:52:23 pm PDT #9929 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

They're all half assed outlined!


Amy - Mar 20, 2008 12:56:10 pm PDT #9930 of 10001
Because books.

Um. Write something else for a little while? Let yourself have some fun?


Amy - Mar 20, 2008 1:01:17 pm PDT #9931 of 10001
Because books.

Or I could tell you that I want to read "I Could've Had a V8" first and see if that motivates you.


Ginger - Mar 20, 2008 1:12:31 pm PDT #9932 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

The Lawnmower Ghosts

I think of them as the Leafblower Ghosts.


Allyson - Mar 20, 2008 1:17:02 pm PDT #9933 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

Heh. My problem is sorting through the stories and making clear lines separating them from each other, so that they're true essays and describe the people within them without becoming redundant.


Laga - Mar 20, 2008 1:45:45 pm PDT #9934 of 10001
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.

I like

All is Their Prize

for the title of a teen resurrection romance.


SailAweigh - Mar 20, 2008 1:54:49 pm PDT #9935 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb

Sorry, Amy, I posted right before I left for home. I like Ginger's suggestion, Unquiet Grave, best. My own mind keeps going to more poetic flights of fancy. Andrew Marvell's "To His Coy Mistress":

The grave's a fine and private place,
But none, I think, do there embrace.

It just won't go away. Would you shoot it down for me?


hippocampus - Mar 20, 2008 1:57:43 pm PDT #9936 of 10001
not your mom's socks.

I like Ginger's suggestion, Unquiet Grave,

this


JZ - Mar 20, 2008 2:07:04 pm PDT #9937 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.

Sail, that's a gorgeous couplet. The only shooting-down I can possibly think of is that Peter S. Beagle already wrote a supernatural/beyond the grave romance called A Fine and Private Place, but it's a pretty long poem and a pretty great novel, so (a) there may be other title-worthy lines, and (b) Amy may be already planning on nodding to Beagle anyway... which makes for a spectacular failure of down-shooting.


Ginger - Mar 20, 2008 3:48:17 pm PDT #9938 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

Sail, it reminded me of "To His Coy Mistress" as well, but it has been heavily mined for titles. I played with the idea of something from the last two lines:

Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.

Something like "Make Our Sun Stand Still."

I don't think my favorite lines, the twist the metaphysical poets so loved, would be appropriate.

"[T]hen worms shall try
That long preserv'd virginity,
And your quaint honour turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust.