Keep breathing, Allyson. I take it you're kind of feeling wrung out?
Mal: Well said. Wasn't that well said, Zoe? Zoe: Had a kind poetry to it, sir.
'Out Of Gas'
Natter 41: Why Do I Click on ita's Links?!
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
sarameg - Jan 10, 2006 3:41:13 pm PST #9115 of 10002
§ ita § - Jan 10, 2006 3:45:13 pm PST #9116 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Allyson, breathe deeply.
sara, they have been shrieking since I got home, which is almost two hours. Can I bill their parents for painkillers? My place really isn't large enough for any of it to be considered outdoor play area.
Speaking of Waking The Dead (wasn't I?) the pattern of making the team members look shady pales in comparison to the idea of killing off a core cast member two series running. I did yell, though. He'd better not be dead. Too predictable.
Consuela - Jan 10, 2006 3:45:23 pm PST #9117 of 10002
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix
hairpats, Allyson.
Hang in there.
Lee - Jan 10, 2006 3:47:04 pm PST #9118 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Poor Allyson. Sarameg, ita and Consuela all have good advice. I hope you can find a way to feel unbroken quickly.
Allyson - Jan 10, 2006 3:49:12 pm PST #9119 of 10002
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
One of my beta readers came back to me with some pretty solid evidence that what I have is a jumbled piece of crap with no clear thesis statement or conclusion.
And so, I'll have to do some serious work on that, as well as come up with the rest of the book, well, tonight.
When i think about it, my eyes well up.
quester - Jan 10, 2006 3:49:56 pm PST #9120 of 10002
Danger is my middle name, only I spell it R. u. t. h. - Tina Belcher.
sorry, Allyson. I didn't realize it was serious.
ION: I have this cough that makes it very hard to sleep, so I stayed home and tried to nap. But one of my neighbors decided to play his early 80's musical collection VERY loud. He apparently does this cause most of the time everyone else is away during the day.
§ ita § - Jan 10, 2006 3:52:57 pm PST #9121 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Promise yourself a good reward for your effort this weekend, Allyson. It is hard work, and it sucks that it's piled up this way...but it's for your dream. You can cry tomorrow. When you've done what you've done, send that off.
Unrelatedly, Reese from MitM buys the Lachey/Simpson house. Also it's rumoured that the Colin Farrell sex tape is for sale (dirtycolin.com). It might just be that I don't get the rush of taping coitus, but is it REALLY that wonderful that you risk a falling out with your partner, or the theft from you both? Sheesh.
Cass - Jan 10, 2006 4:01:32 pm PST #9122 of 10002
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Allyson, it is rough and difficult but if you can make it through and then break down later, this book is something you have worked really hard on for a long time.
Too predictable.This was the first WtD series I saw, so I didn't see the predictable -- but I did yelp a little. Now I just have to find a way to see the first four series.
sarameg - Jan 10, 2006 4:04:31 pm PST #9123 of 10002
Can I bill their parents for painkillers?
You should.
Allyson, box away the emotional reaction right now. (Yeah, I know. You can hit me for that some other time. ) You're entitled to a full meltdown later. Now? Dig inside for what drives you to write, your love of words on the page and go...I dunno, whatever it is you good writers do. Make out with it.
sarameg - Jan 10, 2006 4:17:18 pm PST #9124 of 10002
My neighborhood is weird. A guy in garage coveralls, a hardhat with a lamp and a large spotlight flashlight (off) just staggered off towards the train fence.
Sigh.