I'm almost ready for Beta reading of Save Firefly, which needs a sexier title but I won't deal with that til it's really most sincerely dead.
Hey, and finally I'll be able to ask to read it on time!
Whenever I read the words "Save Firefly", I think about the big red button in (wait for it) "Out of Gas"¹. I can't help it - my mind immediately goes to that visual place.
It's really interesting reading about the different approaches of everybody here. Nothing to add, sadly, just waving to the people I haven't posted with for so long.
¹ deb, and anybody else who hadn't watched "Firefly" - it's the one episode I can't stop falling in love with. Also, embarassingly enough, I can't stop posting about it, either.
I didn't have the same love affair with FF that some of you all did, but Out of Gas was the best episode...possibly its playing with cop show forms had something to do with that. Obsessed? Nah.
Monday means new drabble topic time!
Challenge #27 (the 2 choices of art-themed drabbles) is now closed.
Challenge #28 comes from Deb, who suggested the theme fateful encounters, which is a theme that seems to need some dramatic music playing behind it. Fateful Encounters!!! [dum-dum-DUM!!!]
Go to it. Background music not required, because I'm just being a dork about it to amuse myself. You get that, right?
Someone remind me how much better I'll feel if I just go ahead and make the one or two tiny edits where I think DH had good points and get these contest entries in the mail today. Also that that'll free me to finish polishing the partials I'm planning to mail to the editor and agent I met at the conference no later than 10/27.
Do it to it, Susan. You know you want to.
Nilly, that's a sensational name. Loves it, I do.
And on the new topic? Oh, there are going to be a lot of drabbles coming from me on this one, methinks.
January, New York City, 1968
Whole lotta blizzard going on.
I'm fourteen, and I have a date with a cutie named Jay. I could see his penthouse from the steps of the Metropolitan Museum, if we weren't in the middle of a damned whiteout.
I'm in miniskirt, antique fur. Head down, I charge up the stairs, and slam into someone coming out. I go flying, stockings ruined.
He's very pretty, blonde, English, apologetic. Takes me to Bloomingdale's in a cab, buys me new stockings, takes me back to the museum to keep my date. As he's leaving, he introduces himself. "I'm Brian - Brian Jones."
Susan, make the edits, mail the things, and move along. They're tiny things.
Speaking of which, have big old post office run to do myself, including ten copies of my precious authors' copies of FFoSM to my agent, as promised.
OK. Entries will be mailed today unless I end up having to spend all my day at King Co. Public Health getting Annabel a flu shot--I'm still trying to get through to our pediatrician to get their advice.
I'm almost ready for Beta reading of Save Firefly, which needs a sexier title but I won't deal with that til it's really most sincerely dead.
Have you considered (or otherwise used) "You Can't Take the Sky From Me"?
I missed this earlier, Cindy. I'm not dissing the ego; it just pays to remember that as a defense mechanism, designed to help keep us from breaking apart under too much criticism or what we perceive as criticism, the ego is not generally going to be your friend in terms of opening up. It's just doing its job.
I understand that. Reading what you wrote, the way you put it, it was like a break-through for me. I really appreciate it.
The Famous Flower of Serving Men
just arrived. The cover is indeed gorgeous, Deb.
