Or I could tell you that I want to read "I Could've Had a V8" first and see if that motivates you.
And now my boy's in love. All hearts and flowers. But, doesn't it freak you out that she used to change your diapers? I mean, when you think about it, the first woman you boned is the closest thing you've ever had to a mother. Doing your mom and trying to kill your dad. Hm. There should be a play.
Angelus ,'Damage'
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 - Mar 20, 2008 1:01:17 pm PDT #9931 of 10001
Because books.
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.
Laga - Mar 20, 2008 3:51:14 pm PDT #9939 of 10001
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.
ooh how about Worms Shall Try
javachik - Mar 20, 2008 4:17:18 pm PDT #9940 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.
Sigh.
Peter S. Beagle changed my life with his thin little book about driving mopeds across the States.