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.
I don't give a good gorram about relevant, Wash. Or objective. And I ain't so afraid of losing something that I ain't gonna try to have it. You and I would make one beautiful baby. And I want to meet that child one day. Period.
Zoe ,'Heart Of Gold'
The Great Write Way
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
erikaj - Oct 18, 2004 5:33:26 am PDT #7451 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
Steph L. - Oct 18, 2004 5:51:47 am PDT #7452 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
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?
Susan W. - Oct 18, 2004 7:07:32 am PDT #7453 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
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.
Connie Neil - Oct 18, 2004 7:13:35 am PDT #7454 of 10001
brillig
Do it to it, Susan. You know you want to.
deborah grabien - Oct 18, 2004 7:13:41 am PDT #7455 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
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."
deborah grabien - Oct 18, 2004 7:16:52 am PDT #7456 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
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.
Susan W. - Oct 18, 2004 7:42:50 am PDT #7457 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
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.
Topic!Cindy - Oct 18, 2004 7:48:50 am PDT #7458 of 10001
What is even happening?
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.
Ginger - Oct 18, 2004 8:02:29 am PDT #7459 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
The Famous Flower of Serving Men just arrived. The cover is indeed gorgeous, Deb.
deborah grabien - Oct 18, 2004 8:15:48 am PDT #7460 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Second in a chronological series of drabbles for fateful encounters. I did warn you, there would likely be several.
Bethel, New York: 15 August 1969
It's lucky I'm not claustrophobic, because it feels as though half the population of America is here. I've come up in a helicopter, hitching a ride with my sister the rock journalist. I've got a badge, entitling me to go backstage. This is going to be fun.
Even backstage, it's tricky finding a quiet corner. Eventually, I do, and find myself being regarded by a small slender man with enormous brown eyes. He's staring at me. Recognition of fate, need, love, coming home?
"Hi." English, soft-voiced. "I'm N."
Something in my stomach turns over. I think perhaps it's my soul.