Geez, deb. You're makin' me cry.
This?
his scars, his survival
Is exactly how I view my huge neck scar. And why I dig it.
Funny thing about black and white. You mix it together and you get gray. And it doesn't matter how much white you try and put back in, you're never gonna get anything but gray.
Lilah ,'Destiny'
The Great Write Way
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
ChiKat - Aug 19, 2004 9:02:07 am PDT #6106 of 10001
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
deborah grabien - Aug 19, 2004 9:08:08 am PDT #6107 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
It really took some doing, to make him understand that I thought his scars were beautiful.
erikaj - Aug 19, 2004 9:27:38 am PDT #6108 of 10001
"Somewhere in this building is our talent." Toby Ziegler, my spirit animal
I've written that into scenes myself, before.
erikaj - Aug 19, 2004 9:35:26 am PDT #6109 of 10001
"Somewhere in this building is our talent." Toby Ziegler, my spirit animal
Does it ever stop feeling like fic? Cause now, I'm not straight-up ficcing as such, but it feels like I'm ficcing different people now. Lehane, David Simon, Sue Grafton, well, it still feels like doing impressions.Maybe I have to keep it that way to avoid that "What if I clutch and my dreams crash and burn?" thing.
Liese S. - Aug 19, 2004 3:18:21 pm PDT #6110 of 10001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Yup, "desserts" was wordplay. Words are fun to play with.
And everyone's doing great stuff.
Gris - Aug 20, 2004 12:03:49 pm PDT #6111 of 10001
Hey. New board.
I pace the hallways, back and forth, my dress shoes scuffing the tiled school floor. Rehearse the words I know so well, the phrases I wrote to interest, to impress.
The student before me leaves the room, relieved to be done but annoyed at his gaffs.
A sneak peek in the window, to look at the judges, judging my predecessor as they will judge me.
I shiver. I moan. I wait.
The door opens, "We're ready when you are," and the butterfies in my stomach threaten to escape out my mouth as I smile, shake hands, and prepare to speak.
Susan W. - Aug 20, 2004 5:50:45 pm PDT #6112 of 10001
The wide universe is the ocean I travel, and the earth is my blue boat home
I just got my first form rejection letter (from an agent). It hurts a lot more than the personalized kind.
Liese S. - Aug 20, 2004 5:53:07 pm PDT #6113 of 10001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Aww, Susan. Sorry to hear it.
Susan W. - Aug 20, 2004 5:58:37 pm PDT #6114 of 10001
The wide universe is the ocean I travel, and the earth is my blue boat home
t melodramatic temper tantrum
When will anyone recognize MY GENIUS??? WHEN??? WHEN???
A form letter to ME? Don't they know who I am....er...who I will be some day, as soon as the world recognizes MY GENIUS?
t /melodrama
Liese S. - Aug 20, 2004 6:29:38 pm PDT #6115 of 10001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
They will all kneel and beg to kiss your pinky ring one day.
In other news, I've insent you, wrt:freelance work from months and months ago. Sorry for being totally off the ball!