goofily titled: Minearest and Dearest
That's totally awesome. Rather brilliant, actually. I'm a sucker for good puns.
Can't drink, smoke, diddle my willy. Doesn't leave much to do other than watch you blokes stumble around playing Agatha Christie.
Spike ,'The Cautionary Tale of Numero Cinco'
The Great Write Way
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
Polter-Cow - Aug 30, 2004 8:08:59 am PDT #6264 of 10001
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
Beverly - Aug 30, 2004 8:31:24 am PDT #6265 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Me please, Allyson. I'll be checking in sporadically most of the day, and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.
Allyson - Aug 30, 2004 8:35:32 am PDT #6266 of 10001
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica
I don't expect him to get to it until he's finished with the Moon rewrite. Could be another week or so, depending.
Astarte - Aug 30, 2004 12:02:55 pm PDT #6267 of 10001
Not having has never been the thing I've regretted most in my life. Not trying is.
Mememe Allyson. BTW, backflung on the first one.
Want More!!! WantWantWant.
Susan W. - Aug 30, 2004 12:31:47 pm PDT #6268 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
You know that form rejection letter I got the other day? I just found out the agent in question is no longer with the agency--since he's supposed to be at the writers conference I'm attending in October, the organizers are trying to find out what's up. I.e. is he working, either setting up his own agency or joining another agency, if so is he still interested in our conference, etc.? It's apparently a very recent thing, probably between the time I submitted and when I received my rejection.
Anyway, am I right in thinking maybe my rejection meant nothing at all? IOW, any queries sent to him just got the form rejection?
Polter-Cow - Aug 30, 2004 12:34:00 pm PDT #6269 of 10001
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
Anyway, am I right in thinking maybe my rejection meant nothing at all? IOW, any queries sent to him just got the form rejection?
It's certainly suspicious. Would they allow you to resubmit to a valid agent?
Susan W. - Aug 30, 2004 12:45:30 pm PDT #6270 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
I don't know--I suppose it'd be worth a phone call, and I might, depending on what I decide to do with the manuscript. Depending on how it does with the agencies and contest that have it now, I might decide it's too flawed to market in its current form, and that I'm better served by finishing and polishing the new novel. Which, if nothing else, has a stronger plot and a more popular POV choice (third limited rather than first).
deborah grabien - Aug 30, 2004 2:34:54 pm PDT #6271 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Susan, that sounds auto-genned to me.
Allyson, want more. Said so. Saying again. Want more. And since I don't know Tim? I can gauge the feelings-effect without a problem.
Back from Minneapolis. Zonked. Heading back out shortly.
Is there a new challenge today, or did I miss it?
Steph L. - Aug 30, 2004 2:35:06 pm PDT #6272 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Challenge #20 (escape) is now closed.
This week's challenge is a "scene" challenge (like the very first one, which was to drabble 2 people seated across from each other at a table): a group of people is gathered together, and all of them are looking down. Drabble away!
t edit Heh -- Deb beat me by 12 seconds!
deborah grabien - Aug 30, 2004 2:45:51 pm PDT #6273 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Very Cold Snow
I do a headcount as I walk into the dressing room: there are eleven people bending over the scarred old table, the round clean mirror, awaiting their turns, avid and useless.
Five are band members, three are roadies. The rest are groupies or sycophants, empty pathetic people desperate to rub shoulders with celebrities.
The lead guitarist glances up, a rolled dollar in one hand, the cocaine laid out on the mirror. He grunts, and goes back to his line.
There are days when I hate the fact that I have to be grateful my musician's main vice is only booze.