An amusing note is that I mentioned the project in my livejournal, and knotted_rose, who as it turns out is married to one of the editors, is laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing and...
That's my girl, large and in-charge. Okay, teensy-weensy and in charge.
Gunn ,'Just Rewards (2)'
The Great Write Way
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
deborah grabien - May 17, 2004 4:49:47 pm PDT #4664 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Pix - May 17, 2004 5:23:26 pm PDT #4665 of 10001
The status is NOT quo.
Deb-I'm starting with feedback now -- I missed earlier if this is a complete draft or if there's more to come. Knowing that will make a big difference in how I read it and what my responses are.
Really enjoying it, by the way. Lots of good stuff to scribble in the margins!
deborah grabien - May 17, 2004 5:43:36 pm PDT #4666 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
It's about 2/3 done, maybe a bit more; there's still an apocalypse to unleash, remember.
Pix - May 17, 2004 5:47:47 pm PDT #4667 of 10001
The status is NOT quo.
Okay good. I assumed so, but then decided that editing and assuming are always a bad combination. Better to ask.
deborah grabien - May 17, 2004 5:52:26 pm PDT #4668 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Heh. You betcha.
deborah grabien - May 17, 2004 6:09:19 pm PDT #4669 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
This is going to be serial, because stuff is moving around.
Crossposted from Fic, because this covers both. I am a happy, pleased woman.
Crossposting with Great Write, because I am an excited woman.
Roz Kaveney had the livejournal "post something you'd like to do with me" meme, and I posted, "co-write something."
She said yes, please, in the short term, this is absolutely something we can do together. What follows:
Me: SQUEEE! I'm completely and totally open. Do you fancy a joint fic, or some genuine fiction together?
Roz: Yes, and yes. We should do a fic together as a way of finding out how collaboration between us works. How about post-Chosen, post S3 BtVS/Six Feet Under crossover?
We should try and write something serious together.
Dude. I get to write with Roz Kaveney. This makes yet one more cool writer I'm working with!
edit: Oh, and I got a card from my copy editor! Turns out Ruth at St. Martin's forwarded her my "thank you I love this person I want to work with them again" note, and she wrote me back. Her name is Anne Adelman, she's a Brit living in the US and married to an American, and she wants "Matty Groves". Woot!
Pix - May 17, 2004 6:30:05 pm PDT #4670 of 10001
The status is NOT quo.
Deb that rocks!
Go you!
(Backflung, btw)
sj - May 17, 2004 6:33:30 pm PDT #4671 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Deb, I would love to read more of the clowns story if you want to send it to me. I probably won't get to it until tommorrow, when hopeful my head will no longer be pounding.
deborah grabien - May 17, 2004 6:36:18 pm PDT #4672 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
I'm much happier about my career than I am about my hockey team tonight.
And backflung-redux, with answers on editing prefs.
deborah grabien - May 17, 2004 6:42:10 pm PDT #4673 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
sj, sending momentarily. Whenever you're up to it is fine. You go rest.
Ahem. For Teppy's challenge, a piece of erotica.
Game
Leather, steel, the soft padding of lambswool.
They both know how to play this game. Today, she's the one spread out and open to him; other days, she calls the plays.
It's never predictable, never the same as any other time. It takes fearlessness, absolute trust, a temporary abandonment of will.
He pushes the cuffs away, reaching instead for lengths of rope. She tastes her own anticipation, rising like a sirocco, as he loops the rope over one ankle, the second ankle, both wrists. He stands back, impassive, testing the tension.
He plays this game well. He knows his knots.