Good point, Victor. Although I usually don't think about it that way.

Well, it's the thesis of the book I'm writing ...

Susan, I especially like that second one. It covers all points, and very crisply, too.

I like them both Susan. But I don't understand this line:

I don’t tell her that—it’d tempt fate.

Deb, received. Thanks! Looking forward to reading.

Strangely, the fanfic thing for me is completely different. I write very little of it, and rarely share it, but it's totally pressure-free writing since I know it won't be published. I can play with someone else's characters and twist the familiar stories (or fit new ones between the cracks) and it's like a leisurely dip in a warm pool rather than rigorous, focused laps.

I have been made speechless by how many really fabulous fanfic writers there are in the Jossverse, and I always wonder if they're writing original stuff, too. Connie, I don't think (not sure, though) if I've read any of yours. Now I want to.

If you set out to be a "great" writer, you will accomplish absolutely nothing. It's a ridiculous bar, and it will prove nothing but counterproductive.

"Greatness" is for other people to decide and frankly, it's for you to ignore. Because looking to be great is sinmply seeking validation from others, and that will prove detrimental to both yourself and your writing.

Anne Lamott says something like this in Bird by Bird:

"I just try to warn people who hope to get published that publication is not all that it is cracked up to be. But writing is. Writing has so much to give, so much to teach, so many surprises. The act of writing turns out to be its own reward."

"The problem that comes up over and over again is that these people want to be published. They kind of want to write, but they really want to be published."

NB: I'm not AT ALL implying that Susan feels this way; Victor's comments just reminded me of this.

I don’t tell her that—it’d tempt fate.

What I meant is that I wouldn't dare lecture someone on what they should've done to avoid getting injured, because I'd be asking the universe to break my arm the next time I set foot on the ice. But maybe I could've come up with a better way of saying it.

And victor, I think you're right. But OTOH, I don't feel like being competitive is a bad thing in all cases, even as a writer. And I'm stuck with it to some degree--it's possibly the most hard-wired thing in my personality. I just need to figure out how to manage it properly.

Annie has moments of being right. Yep, she does.

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But maybe I could've come up with a better way of saying it.

FWIW, I knew straight off what you meant. Warn her, and the eye swings toward the warner.

And one last drabble. I'm not sure I like this one or not--my brain has been full of images for this scene ever since a drive through really dark countryside under an almost-full moon earlier this week, and I'm afraid I'm trying to say too many things at once.

Fallen

The black dress must come off, and it does. If a few buttons break loose in the process, what of it? Having decided to be wanton and wicked, she’s not about to wear mourning for Sebastian while she falls.

Even in July the nights are cool, and she quivers when the breeze caresses her bare arms and neck. She delights in how the moonlight bathes her pale skin and snow-white petticoat. The night is beautiful, and she belongs to it. And never before has anyone looked at her the way Jack does now, all hunger and half-heartbroken longing.

She’s ready.

One of my earliest memories is the time my Dad enrolled me in a gymnastics program at the YMCA. I was...I think it was the summer before 1st grade, so I had just turned six. I wasn't sure what he was getting me into, and when I asked him about it he said he wanted me to learn how to fall properly. I don't remember being a clumsy or accident-prone child, but I still remember the surprise I felt at the idea that falling was something one could learn to do. I had a great time.

It was also my introduction to gender-based sports chauvinism. In the beginning gymnastics course everyone got to do a rotation at each apparatus. I really enjoyed the uneven bars, and was so disappointed when I was told I couldn't do them in the later courses -- that was for girls.

Rats. Parallel bars were boring.

In that instance, Victor, you can put a "Thought-provoking..." blurb on your book, if you can get somebody not Miss Nobody to say it.(Although Miss Nobody has what the politicians call "mo" right now and I'm gonna ride it, you bet.) Although it is sad how many projects CG has nagged me into...does that make me his bitch, instead of Spike's?