The wife curtsies and pumps her fist in recognition.
I wish they'd send the damned cover to Amazon for upload, already. They haven't even uploaded it to the online catalogue yet. But it's there in the print version.
Sooner or later, you're gonna want it. And the second — the second — that happens, you know I'll be there. I'll slip in, have myself a real good day.
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 - May 26, 2004 12:31:49 pm PDT #4818 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Connie Neil - May 26, 2004 12:33:55 pm PDT #4819 of 10001
brillig
I have trouble doing fiction this short. I get obsessed with back story and set-up. If I throw "I" up there first, though, all that's done for me, even if it could be the wildest fiction to the rest of you.
Astarte - May 26, 2004 12:53:21 pm PDT #4820 of 10001
Not having has never been the thing I've regretted most in my life. Not trying is.
And I have, in my hot little hand, the Minotaur fall catalogue, and "Famous Flower" has its own page, and the cover, and it's superb. Same theme was "Weaver"'s, but instead of the page being lifted to reveal the haunted building in the lower right, this one looks like a jagged tear, to reveal the theatre in the lower left.
Sounds fantastic.
Can't wait to have it in my grubby little paws. WooooooHoooooooo!
deborah grabien - May 26, 2004 12:54:31 pm PDT #4821 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Astarte, I just sat on the NYC subway system, holding it in my own hands and beaming like a loon.
§ ita § - May 26, 2004 12:57:48 pm PDT #4822 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Inspired by a post of meara's in LJ. I hope it's not too opaque:
It's simpler sleeping inside, now that she's closed. He'd always enjoyed the irony, with all the energy he could spare from being cold, poor and miserable. Irony was all he had left, and it wasn't enough to keep him going anymore.
He'd tried to make a go of it, lose his telltale paperwork, disappear into a new and better world. Better world. Everyone said so.
Ahh, sweet irony. The laugh became a cough, and then fell into shivers.
He rolled over, clutching threadbare wool against a New York winter. Huddled, wretched refuse indeed. So much for yearning to breathe free.
deborah grabien - May 26, 2004 12:59:00 pm PDT #4823 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Wow. ita, that one stings.
Hil R. - May 26, 2004 12:59:36 pm PDT #4824 of 10001
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
I like that, ita.
Polter-Cow - May 26, 2004 1:42:11 pm PDT #4825 of 10001
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
Astarte, I just sat on the NYC subway system, holding it in my own hands and beaming like a loon.
Astarte - May 26, 2004 1:46:28 pm PDT #4826 of 10001
Not having has never been the thing I've regretted most in my life. Not trying is.
Buffista Hivemind at work.
Gris - May 26, 2004 10:28:27 pm PDT #4827 of 10001
Hey. New board.
I'm not feeling dark. I'm feeling the cheerful. Hence, new drabble:
Carla bounced as high as she could, her little body stretching towards the unreachable pinnacle of her mother's ceiling. "Wake up, Mommy, wake up! It's my birthday!"
"What?" teased her mother from below, her head miles away but her voice strong, "It can't be your birthday! I didn't get you any presents!"
"Moooommmmmmmmmmyyyyyyyy, you did so! I saw it in the back of the car and it was wrapped and it had my name on it!"
With a loving laugh, Mommy swept Carla's legs from under her, mid-bounce, capturing her daughter in a strong, affectionate embrace. "Yes, Carla. I did."