Fred: The size and depth of the wound indicate a female vampire. Harmony: Or gay! Fred: Um…it doesn't really work like that.

'Harm's Way'


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.


Beverly - Apr 09, 2008 9:17:45 pm PDT #9985 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

Very atmospheric, Sox. Sorta reminiscent of some of Cherryh's stuff. Or maybe Bester.


hippocampus - Apr 10, 2008 2:43:44 am PDT #9986 of 10001
not your mom's socks.

thanks Beverly - can you tell me a little more? My brain went different directions with that.


Susan W. - Apr 10, 2008 7:36:47 am PDT #9987 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights

My Center

Once I though life’s purpose was to live as long as you can. But these past few years I’ve seen so much death that I’m learning to accept, though not without pain, that my death is beyond my control. Now I understand that what counts is living well. Of course I will die before I’m ready. I will leave unfinished work behind—otherwise, I’ll have stopped writing, and that’s not acceptable. But with whatever time I have, I will live well. Every day I will love, I will tell my stories, and I will seek knowledge. That is my center.


Beverly - Apr 10, 2008 11:14:36 am PDT #9988 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

Mik hated it from the first day. The center room. And it hated him back. The fake gravity buzzed in there like old fluorescent tube lighting, and smelled like burnt static. Made him sick. So he stuck to the fringes, got himself useful with insulation and wiring. So what if he'd been hired as a socializer. So what, out here? Truth was, the center room was always overcrowded, even when no one was there. Someone's left behind something right there in his face, every time, reminding him of all the other people who stopped there, every moment of every day.

The sentence fragments remind me a lot of how Cherryh writes SF--particularly the Chanur series, and the whole Downbelow Station stuff--several series touched at the Station. Merchanters Luck--which while not her best book by far, is my favorite sf of hers--I also have fave fantasies, which are so lyrical and layered it's like another person wrote them. Anyway--the fragmentary communication is like hers. It's actually more descriptive and more vernacular than full sentences would be, which confers immediacy and assumes familiarity with the subject and surroundings.

For Bester I'm thinking The Stars My Destination, which was so very descriptive in a visceral way of the enclosures and landmarks and touchstones of living in space. It would be a completely different existence than planetbound life, and what you wrote just there infers that difference without resorting to big flashy arrow signs and anvils.

Um. As it were. Did I say I liked it? 'Cause I did.


Beverly - Apr 10, 2008 11:20:05 am PDT #9989 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

Once I though life’s purpose was to live as long as you can. But these past few years I’ve seen so much death that I’m learning to accept, though not without pain, that my death is beyond my control. Now I understand that what counts is living well. Of course I will die before I’m ready. I will leave unfinished work behind—otherwise, I’ll have stopped writing, and that’s not acceptable. But with whatever time I have, I will live well. Every day I will love, I will tell my stories, and I will seek knowledge. That is my center.

Susan, I'm gratified to see a piece in this thread that has nothing to do with your WIP. I'm sorry the events in your life of late have had to be the cause of that, but I'm really glad to see you working through it this way. I hope you continue, and I hope it helps you both write better, and live better.


Susan W. - Apr 10, 2008 11:33:08 am PDT #9990 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights

Susan, I'm gratified to see a piece in this thread that has nothing to do with your WIP.

Well, I'll probably post pieces that are connected to my WIP, too. I like the current community of dead and/or imaginary people who've taken over my brain.


juliana - Apr 10, 2008 11:37:49 am PDT #9991 of 10001
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…

“Things fall apart, the center cannot hold”

She wondered how long it would take until everything shook apart. Until everything went flying, out and away from her and everything else. “Hold on, hold on,’ she chanted underneath her breath, as she tried to fix what had gone wrong with every tool at her disposal. The anarchy refused to abate, though, and she felt herself shuddering apart in time with it all. Darkness dropped as the flood roared in her ears and she slumped down.


Lee - Apr 10, 2008 11:40:39 am PDT #9992 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

YAY Drabbles!

YAY killing the thread!


erikaj - Apr 10, 2008 12:06:24 pm PDT #9993 of 10001
If Scooby Doo taught me anything, it's that the only thing to fear is real-estate developers.Lisa Simpson

Anyone want to beta me? It's like "Dirty Jobs" meets Oliver Sacks meets The Rockford Files(or maybe VM) Could I make that up? Except for the part where I did, I mean.


hippocampus - Apr 10, 2008 12:42:05 pm PDT #9994 of 10001
not your mom's socks.

Beverly - thank you!