Woot!
Remember that San Jose Merc News review from last Sunday?
I just made their Books We Like List! At the top!
It's not like she blew me off. She just left with another guy, that's all.
Riley ,'Conversations with Dead People'
The Great Write Way
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
deborah grabien - Jan 02, 2005 6:15:33 pm PST #9171 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Beverly - Jan 02, 2005 6:17:35 pm PST #9172 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Woo and verily, Hoo! Yay, Deb!
deborah grabien - Jan 02, 2005 6:18:17 pm PST #9173 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Still waiting for connie to resend her fiction, so I can read it....
Ginger - Jan 02, 2005 6:20:41 pm PST #9174 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
That's great, Deb.
erikaj - Jan 02, 2005 6:23:24 pm PST #9175 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
I'm happy for you, Deb.
SailAweigh - Jan 02, 2005 6:36:54 pm PST #9176 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Tres cool, deb.
Pix - Jan 02, 2005 6:37:19 pm PST #9177 of 10001
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
Great news, Deb!
deborah grabien - Jan 02, 2005 6:38:19 pm PST #9178 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
It's pretty!
Lilty Cash - Jan 02, 2005 6:40:42 pm PST #9179 of 10001
"You see? THAT's what they want. Love, and a bit with a dog."
Falling
The fight was the same as every fight. She didn’t mean a thing to him. I accepted it, and said sure, we’d still go on our trip.
Still silently angry, I wouldn’t take his flashlight when I left and yards away caught my foot on a root. I fell, with no grace, but with great volume. He didn’t catch me, but he did find me, a gangly heap of blood and dirt.
“Are you ok?” I wouldn’t talk, and he reached for me. I refused his hand. “Come on. Are you hurt?” On my own, I stood.
“Yes.”
deborah grabien - Jan 02, 2005 6:47:59 pm PST #9180 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Oh, Lilty. That one is lovely and hurty, too.
Makes me want to pat you lightly on one shoulder in a sisterly motion of solidarity, and send you cookies.