River: They weren't cows inside. They were waiting to be, but they forgot. Now they see the sky and they remember what they are. Mal: Is it bad that what she said made perfect sense to me?

'Safe'


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 28, 2004 2:23:46 pm PST #8297 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism

Deb, she could make lightbulbs shatter, couldn't she?


Pix - Nov 28, 2004 2:24:53 pm PST #8298 of 10001
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie

Deb, insent.


deborah grabien - Nov 28, 2004 2:29:15 pm PST #8299 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

Deb, she could make lightbulbs shatter, couldn't she?

And books pop off shelves. She remains the only evidence of telekinesis I've ever come across; when she got genuinely angry, lightbulbs would pop, all across the house. She also had the habit of phoning up her children and telling them what they were wearing; with me, at least, she never missed, even at a distance of several thousand miles.

She was genuinely freaky. I wonder what she was like when that photograph was taken. I hope I don't end up as unstable as she was. Of course, in astrological terms, she was bizarro wet dream anyway: six planets in Pisces and a leap year 29 February baby.


deborah grabien - Nov 28, 2004 2:39:21 pm PST #8300 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

And Kristin, backsent, with major kudos.


Amy - Nov 28, 2004 2:41:55 pm PST #8301 of 10001
Because books.

Squeaking in under the wire... I love what everyone has done with this topic. It's a powerful one, all right.

Challenge #33: The Passage of Time

The day crawled. Huge, hollow hours stretched out with only the smallest tasks to fill them—trying on my dress, calling the bakery, checking with the florist.

Napping was out of the question. I was one great jangling nerve, pacing and tapping and flipping the pages of an out-of-date magazine with cheerful violence, as if I could move the clock hands through sheer will.

But when the time came, the ceremony warped into a mere blur of words and music and the heavy scent of roses, so brief I remember only the warm, solid weight of Stephen’s hand in mine.


Pix - Nov 28, 2004 2:57:08 pm PST #8302 of 10001
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie

But when the time came, the ceremony warped into a mere blur of words and music and the heavy scent of roses, so brief I remember only the warm, solid weight of Stephen’s hand in mine.

I love this last line, AmyLiz. So honest and so evocative.

I'm there with you in this drabble, and I really like it. I have to ask, though, have you tried this in present tense? I have a feeling it might be even more powerful.

In MEME news, I want to thank Deb, dcp, Bev, and Sunil for thoughtful comments on that teaching essay. I didn't immediately want to hear all of what you had to say (and of course I didn't take every single suggestion anyway!), but your comments greatly improved the essay overall. I'm working now on some nitpicky details (removing a couple of cliches, looking for sentence fluency, etc.), but I think it's almost done.

I was wondering, though, if I could ask the thread at large for some wording suggestions about a couple of paragraphs?

Can I post a few paragraphs and ask some specific questions?

Edited to remove unecessary emoticon. I blame too much turkey.


Polter-Cow - Nov 28, 2004 2:59:32 pm PST #8303 of 10001
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!

No. We are an unhelpful lot.


deborah grabien - Nov 28, 2004 3:03:24 pm PST #8304 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

Heh. Go for it.


Pix - Nov 28, 2004 3:14:29 pm PST #8305 of 10001
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie

t sticks tongue out at P-C

Okay. Here's section one:

Just days before they graduated, I asked them to write a letter to themselves that I would never see. They could write about anything: how it felt to be graduating, what they wanted in their futures, where they thought they’d be in a few years. They could have friends write them notes, include pictures, or even fold a couple of bucks into the envelope. I gave them suggestions, but what they chose to include, or not to include, was their secret.

The last step was for them to jot a date on the back of the envelope—any year within the next five—seal it, and give the letter to me. I stored the unopened letters in a special desk drawer until after New Year’s each year and then dropped them in the mail, personal time capsules.

I told them that it was a chance for them to have a conversation with their future selves and a lesson about the power of words. Even my most reluctant students got excited by it and stuffed their envelopes full of who knows what, and since my second year of teaching I’d had a new batch to send out every January.

dcp pointed out some organization/tightness issues here, and I agree. He made a suggestion, but I'm not sold on it yet. I'm looking for a way to make this more concise. I'd like to get rid of paragraph 2 and 3 and make them a single, more concise paragraph to follow the first one. Also, I want to get rid of "who knows what" and substitute something better. Thoughts?


Pix - Nov 28, 2004 3:32:26 pm PST #8306 of 10001
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie

Question #2:

There were as many possibilities for the blankness as there could have been future paths for his life.

That, or:

There were as many possibilities for the blankness as there were futures he could have had.

or something else?