Wanna live in New York.
Hubby wants to find someplace where the population density is 10/square mile or less.
Yes, the theme from "Green Acres" should have been played at our wedding.
Like any of that's enough to fight the Dark Master. Bator.
Xander ,'Lessons'
The Great Write Way
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
Connie Neil - Jun 23, 2004 7:01:10 pm PDT #5448 of 10001
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Beverly - Jun 23, 2004 7:17:12 pm PDT #5449 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Deb! Treasure!
On a more mercenary note, can any of that be shopped now? On the coattails of The Child Ballads series, as it were? And did you mention a possible reissue of Plainsong? And what news of Still Life? Dammit, you should have people beating down your doors to publish whatever you've written.
What, me? Biased? Nah, I just know what I like.
deborah grabien - Jun 23, 2004 7:20:15 pm PDT #5450 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Maybe they'd be beating down my doors if I was a more commercial writer.
Not, though. Such is life.
Astarte - Jun 23, 2004 8:33:23 pm PDT #5451 of 10001
Not having has never been the thing I've regretted most in my life. Not trying is.
What a find, Deb!!! Thrilling.
Susan W. - Jun 23, 2004 8:38:35 pm PDT #5452 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
Deb! How wonderful! (Though it does take some of the oomph out of what I'm about to post.)
Rejoice with me, and let us make merry, for that which was lost has been found!
On Monday I took an important section of Chapter 2 of Lucy to writers group. I got useful comments and marked up my copy of the pages heavily. As I was going home, I stopped by the QFC adjoining the Starbucks where we meet to get a loaf of bread for dinner. Today I could not find the pages and was sure I'd left them, along with a notebook containing any number of irreplaceable addresses, business cards, and notes, at QFC. I drove over and checked their lost and found. No luck. I was beating my breast with woe.
As I was about to settle down and try to edit the section from my memory of the Monday discussion, I paced around the house in frustration. As I walked by the bedside table, something under Dylan's current book and some magazines and catalogs caught my eye--my blue notebook, with the manuscript pages tucked neatly therein!
How it got on the bedside table I haven't a clue. Not a logical place at all. But my mourning has been turned into dancing.
deborah grabien - Jun 23, 2004 8:48:26 pm PDT #5453 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Susan! Are you kidding? I think I could sense the relief from here.
Whoooeeeee, woman. Don't be losin' that stuff.
Susan W. - Jun 23, 2004 8:57:10 pm PDT #5454 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
I think I could sense the relief from here.
No doubt. I'm just amazed I had enough presence of mind and self-control to jump for joy and dance up and down the hall quietly, since Annabel is asleep.
deborah grabien - Jun 23, 2004 9:30:10 pm PDT #5455 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Is she a light sleeper? For all that I used to get murderous toard a fly on the window when Joanna was asleep, she actually slept very deeply, once she got there.
I'm still astonished by the enormous carton of manuscript boxes. It's just - damn. A bit humbling. All that work...
Susan W. - Jun 23, 2004 9:39:09 pm PDT #5456 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
Is she a light sleeper?
Not especially, but unfamiliar loud noises tend to startle her. She woke from a nice nap this afternoon when the repairman fixing our door used a power tool in the next room, for example.
deborah grabien - Jun 23, 2004 9:45:21 pm PDT #5457 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Jeez, Rip Van Freakin' Winkle would wake up under those circs - did you rip his head off and spit down his neck? Way to wake up a sleeping infant...