Heh. That candy would turn Munch into a drooling hormone with feet, who practiced his "dark sardonic stuff" in front of a mirror.
Buffista Fic: It Could Be Plot Bunnies
Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.
No doubt.
I worshipped "Tales of the City" in collegeYears ago, used to have reading nights with my roommate. He would read Tales of The City, (More Tales, Further Tales, etc) out loud while I laid on the floor, chin propped on hands, listening intently. He had the best reading voice. Sigh.
I had no idea the influence was still so obvious.Honestly, I have never read anything that reminded me so much of the beloved Armistead Maupin. I mean that in the best complimentary sense. (Especially in Maybe The Moon since I don't recall any of his other novels written in first person.)
Oh erika--you're making me miss Homicide something fierce. You have their voices down pat. So good.
When I was poor and working two part-time jobs to scrape by, I spent a considerable amount of time in several bookstores, standing in the aisles and reading a couple chapters of the Tales books each time, because I couldn't afford to buy them and the library didn't carry them. (This was before the era of big bookstores with coffee bars that you were welcome to sit down and read in.) That's how much I like Maupin.
I think Maupin is the Denzel of modern lit. Who doesn't love Maupin?
(blushing) Aw, shucks. Just tightening up the weak spots. I still want another shot at "Tales of The City" but not such a bald imitation this time...hopefully not being twenty means I learned stuff besides who Adena Watson is. I may ask billytea to explain love "iguana style" one day though.
"Iguana style" probably doesn't involve basking on hot rocks, I'm thinking.
Hell, the only reason I'm not missing H:LOTS as fiercely as I did before is because of your fic, erika.
That is the best compliment I've ever gotten. Including naked ones.(Ok, that came out more Munch than I wanted. But it's still true.)
I may have to delete some of this section or face the Canon Police...cause in flipping around, I'm not sure what year I'm writing in, anymore. But I need for y'all to see it or I'm just another loser without a place to be on Saturday night.
"I like the sound of that," Munch said.
"Shut up, you! God...forget I said anything. I take it back."
"You know that image is gonna haunt me," Munch said.
"The image of me arm-wrestling?"
"My image is of a different kind of wrestling."
"I'm shocked,"
"You should be. I never think of the same woman two days in a row."
"Some men just send flowers. I get John Munch pervo-grams."
"When you care enough to send the very worst."
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