Voices for extant characters are tricky suckers, aren't they? My two trouble-children are Cordelia and Dru. Odd, because they're both intensely female. With Dru, it's just her kind of whack isn't my kind of whack, so there's little psychospiritual dribble-over. But Cordy - I can't write her properly. Whereas Roz Kaveney gives some sensational Cordy, you bet.
Giles, I can write in my sleep. I basically went to school with him, right down to the generation within a year or two, and his type is all over Oxford, so he's like the boy next door for me.
I do love a good, true Cordy voice.
Beverly, no rush. I can wait.
Beverly, I just realized that what I said yesterday could be seen as dismissive and I'm hoping it wasn't read that way. I just meant that I had quite a bit of re-writes to do and the next portion of the story was on hold.
Very, very interested for any feedback you have.
Another exciting weekend. But I've learned that I can't type something without changing it...I've revised some of the early scenes in my AU. Anybody want to see them? I think they are better.
I would love to read anything you write, erika. I wouldn't be much help in the way of editing or suggestions but still...
Also, have you ever read Armistead Maupin's 'Maybe The Moon'? Your hard hitting yet humorous writing reminds me the way he wrote for his character Cadence.
If not, I have a copy that I would be happy to send you. Excellent book.
Whoo-hoo? erika, you want a beta, or are you posting changes?
I need help.
If someone is in a coma and is subconsciously contacting people through their dreams, would it be a dreamscape? I tried looking at sites online about dreams but most of them just want to tell you what your dreams mean. For money, of course.
Nicole, not sure what the actual question is. They'd be moving through a dreamscape, certainly - but is that what you're asking?
Well, I need to have Giles explain to Buffy (in technical terms, cuz it's Giles) that Faith is reaching out to certain people through her dreams due to her confusion caused by being in a coma.
My lack of knowledge isn't allowing Giles to sound like he knows what he's talking about though.
Hmmm. I can hear him saying that, for whatever reason, Faith has accessed the deeper levels of the subconscious and unconscious, in order to communicate on a level of sleep that deals almost completely in symbolism.
Minor alterations:
Pembleton snorted "If you're that whipped by girls who aren't giving you anything, Tim, I hate to see what your girlfriend could do,"
"You're such a pig, Frank." Tim was methodically unwrapping a candy bar and breaking it into tiny pieces he placed in his mouth like Communion wafers. He only does fidgety stuff like that to make me crazy, Pembleton thought.
"If you want that chocolate, be a man and eat it. Don't make me sit here and watch you maul it first...it's not natural."
"I'm just trying to appreciate what I have."
"By subjecting me to public mastication?"
"I'm sure he wouldn't do that in front of anyone," Munch said.
"It means chewing, you moron!" Pembleton snapped.
"Oh, right, Anybody holding? Cause I went through my stash last night." Munch said.
Tim's eyes widened. "You mean...like grass?" Caught between awe and fear, he whispered. "My cousin took grass and he got all paran...never mind. But that crap'll kill you."
"Yeah. I saw that movie too. Real funny. And marijuana is always 'shit'."
"Why? Aren't they the same word?"
"Don't know. It's a rule...that's why I want you to read "Fear and Loathing...Hunter Thompson will change your life."
"I don't want to change my life," Bayliss said.
"You should."
Pembleton and Felton laughed. Kay glared at them, but it took Giardello's commanding presence to make them stop. "Detective Howard, just the person I'm looking for. I need you to run over and check on the paperwork for the Peterman autopsy...it's in the Bermuda triangle that is our fax machine. And find out what that smell is."
It was hard sounding like herself. "Sure, Gee. Want some chocolate?"
"No, I love it, but it's hard on my digestive system. Forget shootings...getting old is murder. If not for the alternative, I wouldn't recommend it.
"
Kay came back a few minutes later, looking shaken and green around the gills.
"You guys," she said, dropping her purse on the table, "Our job is *so* gross. I had to look at this report that was all about guts and stuff. So disgusting. And with pictures...I did it cause I had to but ew...look!"
Tim studied the photos. "Yep. Pretty disgusting. I would've barfed."
"We're lucky Kay's tougher than you," Frank pointed out.
" She's not...ok, just a little," Tim said.Kay beamed.
"Big deal," Beau said. "Everyone's tougher than Timmy."
"That's not what you said last week when I beat you arm-wrestling at the Wharf Rat!" Kay teased.
"The tables down there are old. They slant."
"And I had home table advantage...and the sun was in your eyes, huh?"
"I don't play well with inferior equipment."
"So that's what the counseling's for. Face it, I beat you 10-3...I should at least get stamina points."
