Deb--eep! Creepy and sensuous.
Not that you need convincing at this point, but I'm another American saying that "lay" is wrong and weird and wrong and wrong.
You have the emotional maturity of a blueberry scone.
Giles ,'Touched'
Buffista Fic: It Could Be Plot Bunnies
Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.
amyth - Mar 22, 2003 10:42:03 pm PST #2811 of 10001
And none of us deserving the cruelty or the grace -- Leonard Cohen
deborah grabien - Mar 22, 2003 10:59:07 pm PST #2812 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
I think "lay" is a verb. I think it's something fowl do when reproducing, and I think it's a jolly bit of slang for mad funky sex, preferably dirty and quick.
I must bury the memory of those copy editors.
Beverly - Mar 22, 2003 11:06:33 pm PST #2813 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
And here is where Beverly reveals the gaps in her eddication, because she knows what it is and how it works but can't remember what to call it.
"Lay" is a verb, but it's used differently than lie.
"You can lay that object on the table. You can lay yourself on that table, too, but you'd probably be more comfortable if you laid in bed. Just lie down."
Beverly - Mar 22, 2003 11:06:35 pm PST #2814 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
stupid double post.
deborah grabien - Mar 22, 2003 11:08:50 pm PST #2815 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Bev! Hi darlin'.
If you've got gaps in your eddicayshun, then the jinglebrains paid by the likes of Bantam have crevasses.
Beverly - Mar 22, 2003 11:13:40 pm PST #2816 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Hallo, my Deb. Bedgoing almost instantly, but I loved the Darla, and wanted to say so.
deborah grabien - Mar 22, 2003 11:14:17 pm PST #2817 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Heh. You go get some sleep - it's nearly half past one, for you.
Beverly - Mar 22, 2003 11:15:08 pm PST #2818 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
' Night. Sweet ease, good dreams all 'round.
victor infante - Mar 22, 2003 11:21:51 pm PST #2819 of 10001
To understand what happened at the diner, we shall use Mr. Papaya! This is upsetting because he's the friendliest of fruits.
Victor, why is it gathering dust? Is it done? If so, why not submit, and get it off your plate and let your agent worry about it?
I actually have a couple agents who are reading it/want to read it, so maybe I'm overstating, but I just don't have the ability to shop it anywhere near as aggressively as I have past projects.
deborah grabien - Mar 22, 2003 11:31:45 pm PST #2820 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Oi, lack of energy R us. I know this feeling. I find for myself that a genuine attitude of "I don't give a rat's ass, whatever" was a godsend. Ruth wanted to read it, I had no agent (hadn't for years; a whole nother tale), she said send it anyway, I did, so when it came to getting an agent, I sent out a note. It was basically hi, here's who I am, here's what I've published in the past, this is the new one, I don't need an agent to submit squat on this, the publisher's got it and we're kinda writing it together, you wanna play?
I honestly didn't care. Result? Coolest agent ever, and a total Buffy freak.
edit: although one agent actually declined, because she thought it was going to be a mystery novel. She liked it, mind you, but she thought it would be a mystery, despite the words GHOST STORY on everything from the original phone call to the synopsis to the cover letter. Easiest 15% she would likely ever have earned (accepting the offer on the client's behalf) and she opted out.