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.
Mal: Can I come in? Inara: No. Mal: See? That's why I usually don't ask.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
The Great Write Way
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
Susan W. - Oct 18, 2004 7:42:50 am PDT #7457 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
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.
deborah grabien - Oct 18, 2004 8:16:53 am PDT #7461 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
The Famous Flower of Serving Men just arrived.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Doing the happy dance.
Susan W. - Oct 18, 2004 8:19:38 am PDT #7462 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
The Famous Flower of Serving Men just arrived. The cover is indeed gorgeous, Deb.
Hmph. Just checked Amazon to see if mine had shipped, and it's still listed as "not yet released."
erikaj - Oct 18, 2004 8:23:15 am PDT #7463 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
Nothing wrong with that, Deb. Except possibly making my encounters look less than fateful. Huh. I know I can come up with something.
deborah grabien - Oct 18, 2004 8:37:18 am PDT #7464 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
erika, how can one person's encounter be less fateful than another person's? The measure of fate is to the people involved in the encounter.
sumi - Oct 18, 2004 8:51:20 am PDT #7465 of 10001
Art Crawl!!!
Mine shipped Saturday -- I hope to receive it tomorrow.
deborah grabien - Oct 18, 2004 8:59:02 am PDT #7466 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Third fateful encounter.
SIR Studios, San Francisco, February 1977
Recovering from the breakup.
I remember little of the past year: I wept, slept, imploded. Nothing in me wanted to be alive, or knew how hard it would be. I'm 22 and there's a hole in the universe. I've been trying to write it out of me in song.
It's me and my guitar, recording the recent history of being ripped apart. Through the fog, I realise the sound engineer is staring at me. He's a cutie: blond ponytail, blue eyes, beard.
"Want a bassplayer?" He offers a hand. "By the way, I'm Nic."
He knows, now, why I flinched at the name.