Deb? Do you have something for me to beta?
She didn't even touch her pumpkin. It's a freak with no face.
Willow ,'Help'
The Great Write Way
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
Beverly - Jun 21, 2004 8:18:03 am PDT #5361 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
victor infante - Jun 21, 2004 8:23:06 am PDT #5362 of 10001
To understand what happened at the diner, we shall use Mr. Papaya! This is upsetting because he's the friendliest of fruits.
"Only connect! Only connect!"
Been keeping this in mind--the idea, not the actual quote--as I delve deeper into the edits on "Nihilist Chic." Beginning to see deeper connections as I go, things I'm amazed I didn't see the first time.
I have forty pages left to make notes on. I have more than 200 notes already....
erikaj - Jun 21, 2004 8:25:47 am PDT #5363 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
The ani-Munch snickered at "kumquat"...He really needs some more stuff to do.
deborah grabien - Jun 21, 2004 8:29:55 am PDT #5364 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Deb? Do you have something for me to beta?
I do. Sending.
erika, received. Will curl up with it later. Today is running away from me at warp speed, and I'm already edgy.
erikaj - Jun 21, 2004 8:33:48 am PDT #5365 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
Ok...I imagine it'll take a while for me to fix it anyway. No hurry.
Steph L. - Jun 21, 2004 2:40:27 pm PDT #5366 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
I am a dimwit! After asking for drabble suggestions, I chose one....in my brain. And forgot to post it. I am a Tep of Very Little Brain some days.
Anyway....the key paragraph challenge is now closed.
We're up to challenge #11, which is almost 3 months of weekly drabbles! I am SO pleased that people are still enjoying it!
I intend to use all the suggested challenges sooner or later, but since my moderator-ship is also a dictatorship, I'm making this week's challenge topic silence. Because, frankly, I have an idea for it, and I haven't been drabbling lately.
So there it is. Silence. Actual words are required in the drabble (Polter-Cow, I'm looking at YOU, baby). Go to it.
erikaj - Jun 21, 2004 2:45:14 pm PDT #5367 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
Silence. Very come as I'm not for yours truly.(No shit! Really?)
deborah grabien - Jun 21, 2004 3:02:59 pm PDT #5368 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
London 1978
The last thing she remembered hearing was a crackle, a spitting, something that might have been firecrackers. They were distant, then not so distant, then closeby.
There was, in her aural sense memory, also a sick squealing, and an angry whining. It might have been tires on wet pavement; it might have been something else.
Now she sat in the London casualty ward with a dozen other passersby. The doctor held up a handwritten sign: "A bomb exploded near you, outside Harrod's. Don't worry. Your hearing loss is temporary."
If there's any justice in the world, she thinks, he'll be right.
Polter-Cow - Jun 21, 2004 3:07:06 pm PDT #5369 of 10001
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
That's rather evocative. I think it was the doctor with the handwritten sign that suddenly transported me back to...oh, weird. I went back to, like, 1878 instead of 1978. It felt so Victorian. Or maybe I always imagine London as Victorian.
deborah grabien - Jun 21, 2004 3:09:59 pm PDT #5370 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Just a true vignette. My friend Jenny was outside Harrod's when an IRA bomb went off, and they called her work contact number, and I went to make sure she was OK.
She was very cross about the whole thing, after she stopped being scared shitless.