Kristin, sweetie, bring it to the F2F - Vortex was talking about the possibility of a get-together at her place, where I can sign and dedicate books.
Death is your art. You make it with your hands day after day. That final gasp, that look of peace. And part of you is desperate to know: What's it like? Where does it lead you? And now you see, that's the secret. Not the punch you didn't throw or the kicks you didn't land. She really wanted it. Every Slayer has a death wish. Even you.
Spike ,'Conversations with Dead People'
The Great Write Way
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
deborah grabien - Mar 27, 2004 11:56:22 am PST #3809 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
erikaj - Mar 27, 2004 1:46:51 pm PST #3810 of 10001
"already on the kiss-cam with Karl Marx"-
I'll send mine, too, maybe.
Beverly - Mar 27, 2004 2:56:03 pm PST #3811 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Packing my copy, in the safe box with the tiara.
Pix - Mar 27, 2004 3:02:53 pm PST #3812 of 10001
The status is NOT quo.
Most excellent! I shall pack it in my bag nestled in the fluffy softness of the boa.
Amy - Mar 27, 2004 3:17:03 pm PST #3813 of 10001
Because books.
I'm very much enjoying the image of everyone sitting at their computers with tiaras sparkling and feathers drifting. And now I'm wondering why I don't have a tiara. Hmmm.
Good point, Deb. One of the problems with the book you saw part of was, it had to be within 50,000 words. But there was so much story to tell, a lot of (especially at the end) started getting the shorthand treatment. I could feel it...I'd look at the current page number, and then at what remained to be told in the outline, and shudder. I hate artificially imposed limits.
Nilly - Mar 27, 2004 11:44:38 pm PST #3814 of 10001
Swouncing
now deleted; let me know if anyone wants to read it...
Um, Teppy? Please?
Congratulations, Susan!
Steph L. - Mar 28, 2004 6:54:07 am PST #3815 of 10001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
t nothing to see here; move along....
Beverly - Mar 28, 2004 6:57:43 am PST #3816 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Oh, lovely, Teppy! The "built for reading" really hits home, too. But darnit, I wish you hadn't had to cut for length, I wanted it to be longer, wanted just a bit more. That's a good thing, right?
Pix - Mar 28, 2004 6:58:20 am PST #3817 of 10001
The status is NOT quo.
Cool, Teppy! Thank you for sharing! I love the lines, "Essentially, I'm built for reading, with occasional breaks for snacks and naps. Certainly not built for a sport that was the precursor to ballet, that most graceful of physical exertions." It conveys your meaning elegantly and yet humorously.
ETA: semi-x-post!
Nilly - Mar 28, 2004 7:14:44 am PST #3818 of 10001
Swouncing
Teppy, it's lovely!
I love the first paragraph - the physical difficulties described line after line, ending it with "I'm in seventh heaven". I love that you go along with this structure of expect-one-thing-and-get-another for a few more paragraphs. Like pretty much everybody, I liked the "built for reading" line, and I also liked "it was a challenge that used both my flabby muscles and my limber brain". Most of all, I liked the feeling of 'something in the move', if I'm making any sense, that I got from reading - like you're eager for the next step.
Thank you for re-posting that.