Oooh. I like to write while looking out the window. Particularly if I'm working on the laptop and riding in the car.
I'll have to try the monitor off thing at some point. Don't think it's a laptop option, though.
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Oooh. I like to write while looking out the window. Particularly if I'm working on the laptop and riding in the car.
I'll have to try the monitor off thing at some point. Don't think it's a laptop option, though.
Okay, here's a question: When did "women" become an adjective? I flinch every time I see it, and it's getting old. ("Women faculty" being the most recent offender in my life. I mean, you wouldn't say "men faculty." What's wrong with "female"?)
Katie, good question and it sends me into bruxism code red, as well.
I mean, there've always been the "women drivers/men drivers" thing, but that's equal footing.
Fuckers.
(why yes, still cranky)
" But other than that, Mrs. Lincoln, how'd you like the play?"
" But other than that, Mrs. Lincoln, how'd you like the play?"
Too much exposition....
Well, at least I know that I'm not insane - or if I am, so are you. That's a relief.
(I also stress "ass" when I say harassment. I'm a wild woman!)
I'm a wild woman!
Dudesse, I tear tags of mattresses, without buying them first.
SCREW the penalty of law.
I still say nothing is worse than people being edgy for the sake of edgy, Deb. But what would you expect from a person who pined for the grimy old Homicide squad and creepy credits? Let's see, what's an edgy mystery thing I fucking hate...um, killers that have little-kid personalities that talk about Mommy burning them with cigarrettes. I'd rather read 400 cozies than one more of that, and you know my taste is for the hard-boiled at the moment. Ritualistic, loving description of murder is nauseating too. I mean, I get the rush of power thing, but some writers get a happy off it.
I have no objection to edgy - the one that Linda Marrow at Random House is looking at right now, Still Life With Devils, is edgy and sexy and scary and has demonic feng shui, a serial killer who kills pregnant women, and who may or may not be human. It's really fucking dark, but it's dark because that was the story, not because I wanted to prove 'edgy". Sod that.
The one I'm collaborating on, The Eden Tree, is well beyond edgy and into pissed-off nature versus well-meaning but arrogant humanity, and I ait sayin' who wins, but it isn't pretty.
But why does everything have to be dark? Garcon! Some yang to go with my yin, please?
Feh.
wrod.