I don't. I'm just kvetching. "Shakespeare didn't start out this way, blah, blah." But I'm sort of guessing she doesn't live with a mom impressed by an 88 cent artichoke. (they were in fact quite excellent, but that is not the point.) And she was like " You're quiet tonight." And I didn't really want to say "I'm trying to help Munch and Kay score. And I do write original fiction, but compared to this fic, it is anemic and sad(not tragic, sad like puny. I don't know what's missing from it, but something is.) But I will not be finished with this till November or something probably, and by then probably besieged anew with bunnies. Unless, of course, I find something else to keep me up nights...
Anya ,'Potential'
Buffista Fic: It Could Be Plot Bunnies
Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.
Anytime you want to do some original work and send it to me for beta and editorial purposes, girly, I am right. there.
But would you respect me in the morning?
But would you respect me in the morning?
Depends. Can I touch it?
It might even need massaging... (Seriously, I have a couple things I'm so close with that I can't see where they went wrong...Adena Watson fiction. Maybe you could help me see if I can fix them or just pray to do better. Thanks.) I used to think I couldn't commit to finishing without external rewards. Nah. The chemistry's off, that's all.
Sure. Send 'em along: sf_deb@yahoo.com. Love to help, if possible.
Insent. You know, they're right, this is a lot more fun with another person.(/Munch...right, who's kidding who, now...but I need to make the effort, at least)
hmmm. erika, nothing's shown up.
Stupid yahoo bastards. Maybe it's me. Is there a space in your address or anything?
nope. try again?
edit: it's an underscore: sf underscore deb at yahoo .com)