Susan, what are mini-bookstores at the mall?
Waldenbooks and B. Dalton and so on--the ones that seem so tiny now that B&N and Borders have such a strong presence.
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
Susan, what are mini-bookstores at the mall?
Waldenbooks and B. Dalton and so on--the ones that seem so tiny now that B&N and Borders have such a strong presence.
Oh! I was envisioning little stall things, and was about to swoon in envy.
We have one that I can think of, at one local mall: a B. Dalton at Serramonte. That's about it.
Waldenbooks and B. Dalton and so on--the ones that seem so tiny now that B&N and Borders have such a strong presence.
I have this almost instinctive tradition of going into B. Dalton's and skimming the shelf on the left wall (fiction) for the presence of any Lorrie Moore. I just like seeing her on the shelf.
I'd say "mine too", but we're probably talking about the same store.
Hee! Yep.
Deb, I think I've just been too social lately.
Deb, I think I've just been too social lately.
Babe, if that's all that's doing it? It'll fuzz away on its own, I think.
I have marked Deb's post about distance, because I have self-diagnosed with that same problem.
With a side order of "doesn't this mean I'm not a very nice person if this stuff happens in my head?"
Yearrrrrgggggghhhhhhhh.
Tricksy brain, trickssssssssey.
Babe, if that's all that's doing it? It'll fuzz away on its own, I think.
It's really exhibit A that I'm kinda sorta an introvert.
I like people, but they make my brain go poof.
"am I evil if I allow a character to be gleefully tortured to death?"
That's a hard one. But it's better to write about the evil things than to do the evil things. Just remember not to do the evil things after you write about the evil things, otherwise it'll come up in your trial.
With a side order of "doesn't this mean I'm not a very nice person if this stuff happens in my head?"
You're a nicer person than if you make it happen outside your head.
I like people, but they make my brain go poof.
I'm good with letting them play with my brain; it just means that I have to keep heart and soul under stricter controls.
You're a nicer person than if you make it happen outside your head.
Yupyupyup.