By all means -- see question #6.
Mal: Inara, think you could stoop to being on my arm? Inara: Will you wash it first?
'Heart Of Gold'
The Great Write Way
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
Steph L. - Apr 21, 2004 7:29:39 am PDT #4159 of 10001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
Connie Neil - Apr 21, 2004 7:29:44 am PDT #4160 of 10001
brillig
crap, this is addictive
The candles are cold, and the crucifix is draped in dark cloth. Lines of the faithful wait prayerfully for their turns in the confessionals.
Despite the sanctity of the day, the tourists still come, chattering and snapping pictures. Many of them catch themselves, lower their voices, put away their cameras in respect for the honest faith present in a place that is more than a listing in a guide book.
I slip into a pew, listen to the whispers echo off the stone, watch the light of Manhattan in the stained glass. The capitals of the pillars are carved with shamrocks.
sumi - Apr 21, 2004 7:32:07 am PDT #4161 of 10001
Art Crawl!!!
Connie that was very nice!
I like your Stonehenge piece too Ginger.
Astarte - Apr 21, 2004 7:34:37 am PDT #4162 of 10001
Not having has never been the thing I've regretted most in my life. Not trying is.
Go Connie, Go Connie!!!
deborah grabien - Apr 21, 2004 7:42:14 am PDT #4163 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Teppy, kewl, I'll wait for the comments thing to pop up - I have an idea for a drabble theme.
Steph L. - Apr 21, 2004 7:46:05 am PDT #4164 of 10001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
Oh, sweetie -- you can just tell me any time. That FAQ-y thing is more for anyone who might happen upon the community and not know what the dealio is.
Beverly - Apr 21, 2004 7:53:28 am PDT #4165 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Teppy, have I told you today how much I love you for making this sweet thing?
connie, those were both lovely, and yes, evocative.
Steph L. - Apr 21, 2004 7:56:12 am PDT #4166 of 10001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
Teppy, have I told you today how much I love you for making this sweet thing?
Yay! I'm so glad people are liking it! I noticed, on the LJ info page, members whose LJ names I don't recognize at all, or who I know came from a referral other than b.org -- Consuela pimped it in her LJ, for instance, and her F-list is full of non-Buffista folk, but folk who fic, and fic fabulously.
(Yeah, that alliteration at the end was on purpose.)
deborah grabien - Apr 21, 2004 7:58:32 am PDT #4167 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Teppy, I was thinking about a rather subtle theme: memory. Not in the "I remember" sense, but using memory as a sixth sense: how a smell evokes a memory, or a song, or just a flash of deja vu.
Not so much the memory, but the how and why the memory is evoked. Am I making sense?
Steph L. - Apr 21, 2004 8:00:27 am PDT #4168 of 10001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
Yes, ma'am, and I like it!
How Proust's pastry burst on his taste buds and pulled him into a spiral of memory.