Hec is so cool.
If I was really cool I would've found an independent coffee shop. But expedience was the key - the Starbucks was two minutes away, had nice tables in the window, and I needed the whole lunch hour to write.
'Sleeper'
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
Hec is so cool.
If I was really cool I would've found an independent coffee shop. But expedience was the key - the Starbucks was two minutes away, had nice tables in the window, and I needed the whole lunch hour to write.
! Would you like to see the fifty LJ icons I made this week instead of writing my poem for my workshop?
My pantry full of marmalade? My crazy-quilt pillow top? Helllooooo to the avoidance.
Oh, my inner softy isn't going anywhere quick. The novel-in-process is a romance, and not a particularly angsty one as such things go. And I haven't plotted it all out yet, but I'm pretty sure my fantasy's heroine will live to find redemption, forgive herself, and make her world a more peaceful and just place. I'm all about the happy ending, 99% of the time. The WWJD is to keep me from writing happy little stories about nice people who are always nice to each other.
It worked. That's the bottom line. I wrote out the first draft of the scene, then I typed it, and all of a sudden the magic was with me.
Sssh. Don't let out the purple smoke.
My pantry full of marmalade?
Yeah, but that's blood orange mamalade - a thing of beauty and wonder.
I keep most of my hand-written drafts. I'm not sure what to do about the one I wrote on a muddied Nordstroms bag, however.
we had Willow deliberately mind-wipe Tara. Xander left Anya at the altar. Giles went through with the Cruciamentum. Wesley chose not to tell anyone of the prophecy about Connor. Angel locked Darla and Dru in the cellar with the lawyers and a bunch of innocent waitstaff whose mommies were waiting at home for them. Faith tried to frame Buffy for murder. Buffy ran away at the end of S2 without telling a soul
It's all about the betrayal.
And did people think I was talking about deleting the first draft without keeping a printout? Of course you'd never do that. But yeah, Extreme Writing. I admired her courage.
yeah, that's brave.
My carpet is vacuumed. Bed made. Laundry laundered. Dog brushed.
Hello to the avoidance.
That said, I have pages! I have fucking pages! (Sorry, I'm very profane today.)