It was great, Anne. Just great. It made me glad I posted the challenge. And Rebecca - wow. I'm glad I read it in the morning, too. I was exhausted last night, and I think it would have broken me beyond repair. You should have linked it from my journal.
Anyone who played, who wants to add me, my LJ name is CindyAMB. I made my entry friends' protected, because it's going into a longer WIP.
I'm doing a new challenge today: 15 minutes. See, I'm a nice task mistress. Most people would make you write as long or longer, but not me (possibly because I have kids to get out the door, and I do my best work in the morning).
I'll post the invite post in my LJ in a few. I'm going to continue the same story I started yesterday, because I started this to get moving again on my long WIP, and my brain is already there, anyhow.
Did my 15 minutes, here: [link]
It's continued from yesterday, which starts here: [link]
I'm storing up your challenge, BTW.
I worked on Sunrise all weekend, leaving me braindead and underslept, so yesterday, half an hour would have given you "Buffy liked cheese. Willow said so. Not, as it turned out, blue cheese. Riley wept."
So, I'll do a 30 and a 15 tonight.
Plei, I'm blurbling with happiness that you liked the story. So far, it's only up in my lj, but when I go to work (which is where the file lives) I'll post it to Glass Onion.
Pimped!
There is new Homicide Band Candy, but the link thing is still beyond me. I don't understand...
And I'm already an hour late, but I'm liking the 15-minute idea, and will try to do it tonight.
So far, every single challenge response up there has been a corker, BTW.
I can't write my name in fifteen minutes.
Lizard, um. Will be thinking about that one for days to come. So powerful. The images just singe onto the inner retina. Hurts. But in a good way.
Cindy--nargh. Maybe tonight. It took me 15 minutes to find the thread and now I have to run again.
Yeah, Lizard. As always, I remain impressed.
Cindy--nargh. Maybe tonight. It took me 15 minutes to find the thread and now I have to run again.
But your Joyce was so damned real. She was alive again. sniff Just 15 minutes. It'll take you mind off the smell of your walls. Really!
I can't write my name in fifteen minutes.
You, my dear, can have as long as you want. This is to kick in the arse, those of us who need kicking in the arse. You've been quite prolific lately. And damn! You're good.
cereal...
deb, you're going to play? Woo hoo.
Plei! 45 minutes! Yes! Yes! Oh my! Yes!
