Today is Sunday, the day all writers spend at church, dontcha know....
No, I can't even type that without laughing my ass off.
New challenge tomorrow.
Inara: So. Would you like to lecture me on the wickedness of my ways? Book: I brought you some supper, but if you'd prefer a lecture, I've a few very catchy ones prepped. Sin and hellfire... one has lepers.
'Serenity'
The Great Write Way
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
Steph L. - Nov 14, 2004 6:55:50 am PST #8024 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
deborah grabien - Nov 14, 2004 6:57:04 am PST #8025 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
I just flat-out lost a day. Huh. Weird.
Never mind, move along...
Pix - Nov 14, 2004 9:29:02 am PST #8026 of 10001
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
Oo! Good. Still time to get my drabble in under the line.
t plotting
deborah grabien - Nov 14, 2004 9:33:18 am PST #8027 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
I am happy.
I finished Gravekeeper. I've got half the beta-reads back and they're stellar.
And - more happy-making than that, even - I just typed the opening paragraph of Cruel Sister.
I'm QUEEN OF THE WORLD.
Anne W. - Nov 14, 2004 9:52:34 am PST #8028 of 10001
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
Yay, Deb!!
victor infante - Nov 14, 2004 9:53:47 am PST #8029 of 10001
To understand what happened at the diner, we shall use Mr. Papaya! This is upsetting because he's the friendliest of fruits.
I'm QUEEN OF THE WORLD.
Damn straight. Congratulations!
Pix - Nov 14, 2004 9:54:09 am PST #8030 of 10001
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
That rocks, Deb! Congrats!
erikaj - Nov 14, 2004 10:12:30 am PST #8031 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
Yay, you.
deborah grabien - Nov 14, 2004 10:16:27 am PST #8032 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Yay me is right.
Scene setting: January or thereabouts, 1948, the Isle of Dogs. Killer coalfire-infested smog - what used to be called a London Fog or London particular, and the reason the city used to be called the Smoke - pitch dark at three in the afternoon, impossible to breathe.
London's Royal Engineers BDU company 33 working on a patch of empty land, having found a 50kilo German bomb about four feet down.
We're about to see a ghost, and make one, too.
OK. Breathing and showering and going out and coming home and doing some editing for Susan and then, here's hoping, finishing the prologue (which is about half-done, about 700 words right now) and then asking for betas for the BRAND NEW BOOK.
Polter-Cow - Nov 14, 2004 10:19:14 am PST #8033 of 10001
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
Daaaaamn, woman. You just don't stop, do you? Whew! Congrats!