Yay for being done, Deb. That must feel great.
I'd like to to take a stab at betaing it. It will probably be a couple of weeks before I can get back to you about it.
Every nightmare I have that doesn't revolve around academic failure or public nudity is about that thing. In fact, once I dreamt that it attacked me while I was late for a test and naked.
Willow ,'The Killer In Me'
The Great Write Way
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
Ginger - Jun 22, 2004 12:13:23 pm PDT #5408 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
deborah grabien - Jun 22, 2004 12:13:42 pm PDT #5409 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Astarte, sending to your profile addy.
edit: and to Ginger, too. Woot!
Beverly - Jun 22, 2004 2:52:55 pm PDT #5410 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Me too, please Deb. Did you get my paltry comments from yesterday's read?
Also--AmyLiz, whyfor an "unexpected move?" Okay--sorry for the OT-you probably 'splained in Bitches--where I have not ventured in days. Can you point me toward the 'splanatory post(s)?
deborah grabien - Jun 22, 2004 3:37:50 pm PDT #5411 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Bev, insent to you. Just when you had finished the excorcism, here comes the wrap-up and the epilogue...
Pix - Jun 22, 2004 5:02:26 pm PDT #5412 of 10001
The status is NOT quo.
Deb, I'd love to beta, but I won't have time until after this last week of school. Would early next week be too late?
deborah grabien - Jun 22, 2004 5:17:30 pm PDT #5413 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Kristin, nope - anytime during the next ten days to two weeks is fine.
Sending.
deborah grabien - Jun 23, 2004 8:20:52 am PDT #5414 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Morning, all. I want more amazing Silence drabbles now, please.
Something to read while I wait for first-pass pages from the typeset of "Famous Flower" to get here, which my editor says they will, momentarily.
Pix - Jun 23, 2004 9:13:06 am PDT #5415 of 10001
The status is NOT quo.
Well okay, Deb, if you insist.
Silence 2
Locker doors crash, loud and sudden, an erratic rhythm to the chorus of voices swelling. Bookbags drop heavy to the ground, and papers hiss as they fall from loose fingers. Shrieks of joy and pain and disbelief mix with barking laughter: another birthday, another F, another busted party last weekend. They move from class to class, room to room, a steady beat of sandaled feet clomping on thinly carpeted floors in constant, discordant music.
Late at night, I am haunted by those echoes in the unnatural silence.
I can hear the tip of my pen whisper across each page, longing.
deborah grabien - Jun 23, 2004 9:20:12 am PDT #5416 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Oh, excellent! There's something incredibly dense, thick I think, about the silence in a place that is accustomed to huge bursts of sound from large groups of people.
Connie Neil - Jun 23, 2004 9:38:14 am PDT #5417 of 10001
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My Last Visit To My Childhood Home
Crickets. Bobwhites farther back in the trees. A whippoorwill sounding as sleepy as me. Occasional frogs down by the creek.
Terrifying.
I've lived in cities for the past ten years. The nightsilence of my country childhood is no longer comforting. The traffic, distant TVs, late-night voices reassure me that the world continues unchanged.
Faint rustle of leaves in the light breeze. Tree branches scraping familiar paths on the roof. Same old bed gives same old creak as I roll over.
Two barks from the dog, who should be asleep.
Me, wide-eyed and motionless, till dawn.