Damn, Plei. That story really is a corker. So much for your muse hanging out elsewhere.
My muse got bored with the cabana boys and decided to come hang with me for a while. I promised her music and the occasional low-carb beer.
'War Stories'
Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.
Damn, Plei. That story really is a corker. So much for your muse hanging out elsewhere.
My muse got bored with the cabana boys and decided to come hang with me for a while. I promised her music and the occasional low-carb beer.
Promise her accolades and bunnybabies.
Promise her accolades and bunnybabies.
She was looking at gardening sites all day yesterday.
That's probably the smarter plan.
Accolades, bunnybabies, and fresh-squeezed juices from various arcane plants.
(I do know there's an "r" in "arcane". Really.)
Plei, I'll ring you up tonight, after 7. Brainstorm session! With pie!
Piepiepiepiepie....
PIE!
It's a ritual writing session!
With pie!
(thinking about using all these fresh cherries I've got)
edit refux: and Victor's a tease.
BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Yup, Victor. I saw the typo, and left it.
It seemed - strangely appropriate.
(thinking about using all these fresh cherries I've got)
...okay, evidently Thamiris's Apocrypha has irrevocably linked cherries with Clark'n'Lex and the Big Gay Sex.
...it's a good link.
loving the fic, btw guys. Loving it.
Fay, Nic and I found a whole row of cherry trees last weekend, out in the Wine Country north of San Francisco (Napa, Clearlake, etc). They were just growing wild (not to mention wildly) on public land. The trees were so laden that boughs were touching the ground under the weight.
We just did our civic duty and relieved the pressure on the lower branches of a couple of trees, to the tune of about eight pounds of fresh cherries. Huge, dark, I think they're bings. If I have the patience to pit the damned things, they become pie or go into masses of pastry of some sort.
I want more fic, damnit.