(looks through fl again)
Oh. Huh. Well, I'm in the habit of friends-locking anything even the slightest bit personal, so I'm not to worried.
Riley ,'Conversations with Dead People'
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
(looks through fl again)
Oh. Huh. Well, I'm in the habit of friends-locking anything even the slightest bit personal, so I'm not to worried.
I know there's no such thing as privacy on the internet, but I've always felt like there's a certain semi-privacy in the fact that I'm not saying anything on my LJ that should be of interest to anyone who doesn't know me--it's all gestational hypertension and quizzes and memes with the occasional bit of politics and baseball. You'd think that'd be too boring for total strangers to bother reading.
Of course, it's true that this particular stalkery creep probably isn't actually reading all these journals.
Well, pooh. I didn't place in the Erma Bombeck Writing Competition.
But go me for submitting something. I guess.
Sorry, Betsy. Yes, go you for submitting, and there's always next year.
Go, Betsy, with the submitting.
Boo EBWC for not recognizing gold when they had it in their inkstained hands.
Well, hell. Whoever did place had better be pure platinum.
Definitely go you, Betsy. That's a tough thing to do.
Deb, insent.
Deena, received. And you're astonishing, you know that?
Wow.
The whiniest writer -- excuse me, author -- of all time.
I saw that too, Betsy.
If the article is written in a similar style to her books? I can see why they don't sell well. Too many gewgaws and frills, too little actually said, and I hate that she spent a third of a three-page article saying, basically, "This is what I am going to talk about."