'Dirty Girls'
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
If you can't think of a "proper" way to start something, start with the first event. You can work on most effective arrangements of a plot later. And don't be afraid of "Bob said" and "Jane said." The fancier words can be added later.
"Bob looked at Jane and said, "We're dead if we don't get out of here." is a perfectly acceptable opening sentence.
And sometimes I worry that my default sensibility is to danger and peril rather than something like, "I like that dress."
erika, I'm nuts for the next couple of days, but send to me, bebe-wife, and I will do my damnedest.
Teppy, can I suggest a new drabble topic? My possibilities within the one word: degrees.
You don't have to hurry...it's a first draft. I think, like sex according to Munch, I may have to do it three times before it's actually good, instead of just saying it is.
putting that humor question out there again because I'm still after a weekend of researching kind of stuck on where to send my work... Wondering if anyone has noticed short humor fiction/or creative non-fiction popping up in any mags lately? Since my knowledge is mostly of Canadian mags (very few of which accept unsolicited fiction these days) I'm wondering if any of you know of any smaller (south of the border) magazines with more of a humor bend that are open to submissions?
Teppy, can I suggest a new drabble topic? My possibilities within the one word: degrees.
Great idea! Therefore....
Drabble challenge #40 (list of words) is now closed.
Drabble challenge #41 is Deb's -- degrees.
Reminder -- no one is obligated to post to the LJ community, but I've noticed that there have been very few drabbles posted there in the past few weeks, as opposed to here, where I've seen a lot.
No pressure -- LJ is a bigger community, and it's up to every writer's preference as to how widely they want to share their drabbles. I just wanted to give a gentle reminder, in case people forgot.
Huh. I always post mine to the LJ community, and generally crosspost in mine. Only time I don't is if LJ is giving me grief about logging in.
I admit, I sometimes forget to do both. And I usually post here first.
just the degree
"I won't work for her. I won't. I hired her."
"I know. That's fine. You just have to work in the same department as her."
"In the tier under her."
"Yes."
"And I've been with the company for five years. Since I was eighteen. And I helped create this department. I caused it to exist."
"Yes. You did a good job."
"But I don't get the promotion because I don't have the degree."
"Yes."
There is a pause.
"So, what if I went and finished college majoring in, like, pottery. Does the major even matter?"
"No. It's just the degree."
Levels
Low temperature: you pretty it up. It's about the mirror, the high heels, the patterned legs with the seam dancing up the back, the red red lips and the meaningful eyelocks.
Warmer temperature: touch, tongue to tongue, lipstick smearing in the dark, hands on zippers, things moving.
Hot - no.
Nothing happens. Turns out he doesn't really want you; it's all about the game, the trappings. In the end, it's empty and there's nothing there for you.
So many degrees of self-deception, hurt, frustration, need, despair. And in the end, the mercury settles and life, for some reason, goes on.