That's so great, Erika.
Victor, hah! too funny.
Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.
That's so great, Erika.
Victor, hah! too funny.
Really? Thanks. I just needed the Munchkin to bore the piss out of some California nymphette with his philosophy...I just couldn't send him all the way to LA and have that not happen. It would be a waste. And he hasn't bitched about anything for ages...although that is no surprise with all of The Sex I've given him. I've been a very generous, and mostly benign PTB in that regard. And I so want to hire Victor to just write entertaining drabbles. But I can't.Unless you want to be paid in potato chips or something.
Unless you want to be paid in potato chips or something.
Well, I've certainly worked for less...
Aw...But I'd be a bad patron without The Cash, I think.
Aw...But I'd be a bad patron without The Cash, I think.
Certainly never stopped some of the folks I've freelanced for.
I'm doing that right now, and it's NFG. They really do rule, though.
I'm doing that right now, and it's NFG.
Oh, it has its moments, I'll admit. Some of my best writing was freelance, and it's certainly taken me to some places I'd never have gone otherwise, but on the whole, I'm happy to be away from it for awhile.
They really do rule, though.
Blush.
Thank ya.
I used to think I was good at writing short too, but now I don't even remember what page I'm on, so nsm.
“You don’t have to get so bent about it. How’d you make that dog? Is he animatronic?”
BWAHAHAHAHAHA!
You evil wife, you. I have garlic mashed potatoes up my nose.
Victor, considering the years I worked with, hung with and otherwise dealt with the Dead, I don't know whether I want to write it (because if I did, I'd have them targeting Owsley moments before the New Orleans bust), or flee.
Victor, you make me feel sorry for poor, rat-eating Angel.