This would count as previous publication.
Would it really? Even though you could just as easily edit it out? What about posting on diaries? That counts? That seems...annoying.
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A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
This would count as previous publication.
Would it really? Even though you could just as easily edit it out? What about posting on diaries? That counts? That seems...annoying.
Deb, I forgot to ask--did you ever send that piece to be beta'd? If so, it hasn't shown up on any of my email accounts.
P-C, anything resembling "previously published" work is still a very grey area; if, for instance, you friendslock a blog, I believe it doesn't contravene most publishers' take on it, since you haven't made it available for public access. But putting it out for public view on the web does count, for a lot of publishers.
Anne, I need to send you the piece tomorrow; it's on my hard drive at home, and I'm on this tiny little horrible keyboard device thingie (aka Nic's laptop) in Seattle. I wanted to fix a couplew of typos before I sent it but the time got away from me.
I'm not planning on doing jack squat with it, so I can post with aplomb. But last year's just sucked, so I didn't. We'll see how it goes this time.
Challenge #29 (music) is now closed. Elvis has left the building.
Challenge #30 is this: one person on a ladder, one person on the ground. Drabble it.
Drabble early, drabble often....
I'm going to give NaNoWriMo a shot, I think.
Anne, there's a group of us doing it here and we were talking about getting together for support sessions and such. I'll let you know what is planned if you like. Or you can check the Atomic Books blog for updates.
I have a terrible time with the self-editor. That's why I'm (attempting to) do it. I'm not planning on showing any of it to anyone ever. Unless I actually think it (or parts of it) are good when I'm finished.
I love these mini-scenes.
Challenge #30: One person on a ladder, one on the ground
“Hand me the newspaper.”
He held it up to her, admiring the view. Her long legs were slender in her cotton shorts. She liked the illusion of delicacy—they were warrior’s legs.
“Okay, watch out.”
The Inquirer smacked the ceiling with a thud. He blinked as the spider splattered, a smear of bug goo and one brittle leg all that was left.
She bowed to him, victorious, undefeated, and he clapped solemnly.
He always would. If she wouldn’t let him slay the dragon, he would forge her sword. And later, he would give her the only spoils she would allow.
Oh, niiice, Amy.
Amy, that's faboo!
Anne, there's a group of us doing it here and we were talking about getting together for support sessions and such. I'll let you know what is planned if you like
Absolutely!
For the ladder challenge.
Machado Joseph Disorder, Type 3.
You’ve read all the articles they’d sent, and you’ve surfed the web. You've learned what the symptoms are, and you've even managed to make some sense of the science. You feel prepared for your first visit home since the diagnosis, because you understand what he, and the rest of the family, is up against. You get it.
The slight trembling in your father’s hand as he hands you the new light bulb and the sheer frustration in his eyes as you reach down to pass him the dusty one shatters that reality.
You know before you get to the last rung that you liked the old reality better.
(Just as background, Machado Joseph Disorder (type 3) .)