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!
I'm going to play, definitely, assuming I ever get 15 minutes in which to breathe.
There is no record of Target Corporate HQ phone number in Minneapolis. I klnow they're HQ'd in Minneapolis. All I want is to tlak to someone about ordering books.
Feh. I'd rather be writing, damnit.
edit: whoohoo! Nic found it.
Score!
I have sent people to Anne, and lo, they liked! (Sorry, I just always get happy when pimpin' works.)