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A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
OK, so I just finished the first of Conn Iggulden's GENGHIS series and went and found his website so I could check his backlist and so on.
He's my age! Dammit.
OK, I'm 37, so it's not all that surprising that there are people my age with books on the shelves. But...he has eight books out already, and I have a big fat zero. So I'm all irrationally jealous.
we all do that, Susan.
I'm jealous of you, Susan, for being so much more motivated than I am and for having such an intimate relationship with your characters.
I'm jealous of you, Susan, for being so much more motivated than I am and for having such an intimate relationship with your characters.
Well, the other way to put that is that I'm stubborn and maybe a little bit crazy...
I don't do character charts or lists, either. I tried it once, and it bored me to tears.
The bunnies (rabbits) challenge is now closed.
This week's challenge is a photo drabble. Photos 1- 5 are of people, from the Look at me site. 6-10 are from a flickr community Amy pointed me towards that focuses on eerie, creepy, or spooky places.
Please link to the photo you pick as your prompt.
Oooh, lots of great pictures.
Thanks, Perkins. I love the photo drabbles.
Trying my hand at one of these. It was hard to get this to 100 words exactly.
The painting over the mantle shows a staid woman--tidy hair, starched collar, blank gaze fixed high over the viewer's shoulder. Great-grandmother Emma: matriarch and obedient wife, given to fits of melancholy.
This picture shows a woman who, interrupted, might tell the viewer to mind his own damned business. It shows another woman, perhaps the mysterious "Clara" mentioned (always in passing, always with disapproval) in their great-uncle's letters.
Jane takes the photograph when she runs away, as proof that there's one family member (so what if she's long-dead?) who understands why she's leaving and who may even give her blessing.
Oh, nice one, Anne.
Same photo:
Ana stood close so her warmth reassured Miss Paula she was there, even in the wind threading the mountains. The breeze swirled the fragrance of the nosegay Miss Paula held around her before carrying it away. Her back was ramrod straight, her face eager toward the horizon, facing into the wind, and her hat stayed firmly pinned at its jaunty angle. Ana wondered what Miss Paula imagined was out there, toward where her face turned and her body inclined. Though she might never know, with Ana's help Miss Paula need never concede the experience of this moment to mere blindness.