Did it work that time? If so, I'm off to bath and hopefully some sleep shortly therafter.
But? There's always a but. When this is over, can we have a big 'but' moratorium?
Fred ,'Smile Time'
The Great Write Way
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
Pix - May 17, 2004 9:33:40 pm PDT #4687 of 10001
The status is NOT quo.
deborah grabien - May 17, 2004 9:34:02 pm PDT #4688 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
(grinning at Plei) A girl in a tree!
Kristin, take 3, also no joy. The clowns are eating it, I think; email sent back, with head-banging noises, and I do not mean of the musical variety.
deborah grabien - May 17, 2004 9:34:23 pm PDT #4689 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Take a bath. Get some sleep. We will try again, a demain.
Pix - May 17, 2004 9:40:08 pm PDT #4690 of 10001
The status is NOT quo.
Deb is wise.
Okay, I'm off. G'night and we'll try again tomorrow.
(can't sleep, clowns'll eat me)
Beverly - May 17, 2004 9:41:21 pm PDT #4691 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
(grinning at Plei) A girl in a tree!
Heh. Yes, I saw that. I squeaked a bit, myself.
deborah grabien - May 17, 2004 9:49:17 pm PDT #4692 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
My head, despite the clowns, is still singing after a glorious two-plus hours of story conferencing this weekend. I loves me some Plei.
I also loves me some Bev and some Kristin. Clowns, however, are evil.
Even Krusty.
erikaj - May 18, 2004 8:47:23 am PDT #4693 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
Especially Krusty...he's a hack comic. What's worse?
He stood over her, as she lay on the bed, his face a mixture of confusion, irritation, amusement and tenderness. He’d best get on with it. He had the kind of light touch that made people call him in at times like this, because he was so coordinated. Even as she extended her hands, she dreaded what most surely would come next.: the questions, the blame. She took a deep breath. “Please,” she says. “ help me. It just happened...I don’t know.” “Just tell me again,” he says. “so I understand. Just how is it you got your rings linked together?”
deborah grabien - May 18, 2004 9:12:08 am PDT #4694 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
buhWAHAHAHAHA!
Ginger - May 18, 2004 9:14:39 am PDT #4695 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Here's a knots drabble:
He tied the last rope holding the tarp over the load in the back of the pickup. "I'll call you as soon as I get there," he said, and kissed her goodbye. He had taught her how to tie her shoes so that they wouldn't come untied. She could still feel his small, clever hands, trained by years on the ocean, guiding her hands to loop the ties a second time. There were calls: daily, then weekly, then not at all. She was not sad, but felt a small stab of regret when she saw ropes or shoelaces or boats.
§ ita § - May 18, 2004 9:20:39 am PDT #4696 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Knots:
"Here?"
"Yes." She tried not to arch into the pressure.
"And what about here?"
"Oh, yes. Very much there. Very much." It took all her resolve not to flinch away, to grab something, to take control.
"Am I going too hard? Am I hurting you?"
"No," she lied. "Just like that. Right there."
His hands were firmer than they were gentle, and that's how she wanted it. How she was sure she needed it.
"You know, you really have to stop doing this to yourself."
"Whatever. I break myself, and then pay you to put it back together. Keep massaging."