Take jobs as they come -- and we'll never be under the heel of nobody ever again. No matter how long the arm of the Alliance might get, we'll just get ourselves a little further.

Mal ,'Out Of Gas'


The Great Write Way  

A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.


Hil R. - Oct 01, 2002 8:40:58 pm PDT #50 of 10001
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l

I'd love to read your essays, Hil.

That was Holli, not me.


Rebecca Lizard - Oct 01, 2002 9:29:00 pm PDT #51 of 10001
You sip / say it's your crazy / straw say it's you're crazy / as you bicycle your soul / with beauty in your basket

Ah. Yes. Duh. I *do* know you apart. And that college-application essays aren't quite what's currently on your mind.


jengod - Oct 06, 2002 11:08:51 am PDT #52 of 10001

Hey, folks in the know...When one is submitting a non-fiction essay to online magazines, is it bad form to approach more than one at a time? Do I have to wait to get rejected by one to move onto the other?


Rebecca Lizard - Oct 06, 2002 1:49:19 pm PDT #53 of 10001
You sip / say it's your crazy / straw say it's you're crazy / as you bicycle your soul / with beauty in your basket

I wouldn't make any distinction between online and print magazines in this case. If they specifiy anything about simultaneous submissions, that's important-- occasionally they'll say "ss are fine"; but, if they say "we really don't like ss" and you think you've got more than little chance of being accepted by two different magazines at once, don't do it. Especially if it's a small/indie magazine: it's not cool if you have to not use a piece you were planning on running. I actually had to write that letter a month ago. I'm not sure the editor will ever look at my work again.


Steph L. - Oct 09, 2002 7:07:10 pm PDT #54 of 10001
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe

I don't write poetry, ever, but lately everything has been coming to me in poem form. So...I wrote this for class. Be nice to the non-poet, please...

Autumn Morning

Rebirth comes
not in
budding branches and
fresh new green

but in a
bold sudden
tympani of color,
russet and gold and flame.

Not in the
gentle warmth,
spreading slowly outward
after the thaw

but in the
crisp snap
of air made new,
respite from the heat.


Connie Neil - Oct 09, 2002 7:08:30 pm PDT #55 of 10001
brillig

That's rather haiku-ish.


Steph L. - Oct 09, 2002 7:09:48 pm PDT #56 of 10001
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe

Which is funny, considering that my prose pieces are long rambly things.


Connie Neil - Oct 09, 2002 7:16:33 pm PDT #57 of 10001
brillig

Poetry is fun. I wrote some after a long dry spell in writing nearly 20 years ago now. I may have to post it.


victor infante - Oct 09, 2002 9:49:41 pm PDT #58 of 10001
To understand what happened at the diner, we shall use Mr. Papaya! This is upsetting because he's the friendliest of fruits.

Hey, folks in the know...When one is submitting a non-fiction essay to online magazines, is it bad form to approach more than one at a time? Do I have to wait to get rejected by one to move onto the other?

Generally, yeah, unless you know for a fact they accept SS. What I do is rewrite significant sections, so I'm technically shopping different essays. Because I am mercenary.


Katie M - Oct 09, 2002 11:53:30 pm PDT #59 of 10001
I was charmed (albeit somewhat perplexed) by the fannish sensibility of many of the music choices -- it's like the director was trying to vid Canada. --loligo on the Olympic Opening Ceremonies

but in a
bold sudden
tympani of color,
russet and gold and flame.

I adore the first three lines of this section, Steph - the 'tympani of color' wins a "oh, yeah, of course, that's what it's like except I've never used those words before" from me. I'd fool with the last line, though. It feels a little... mannered? It doesn't have the same flow.

I like it, though. It does a good job of evoking that first week of real chill, when it's still a new and fabulous thing.