That wasn't me! (If only it was.)
I haven't seen this here yet, and it deserves immortalization. Kristen explains how the book club will work, in her own special way, in Lightbulbs:
Okay, Allyson here is my NSYNCified version of what JenP said:
Let's imagine for a moment that instead of a Book Club Thread, we were talking about...a Popslash Fic Round Robin Writing Thread. So instead of "genres" you have pairings. The first month, we're gonna write JC/Justin fic. Everybody throws out ideas on what story we should write for JC & Justin. So one person says they want a Coming of Age/First Love Story in Germany. And someone else says they want a present day "Justin is an evil diva" fic. And someone else says they want a "JC is a kinky motherfucker with a heart of gold, yo" fic. And Plei wants this cracked out AU where JC is Batman and Justin is the Boy Wonder and Chris is, like, Alfred or something. And ita keeps wandering around saying, "Why isn't it a Chris month yet, damnit?"
*ahem*
So after everyone's shared what they'd like to write, the field is narrowed. Plei's cracked out AU is tossed because, you know, CRACK. And everyone ignores ita because, hi, it's JC & Justin month. Which leaves us with three options. Those three options are put up at MrPoll or what have you and the slashers vote.
Most votes win. And everyone starts writing about how JC is a kinky motherfucker with a heart of gold, yo.
Next time around, it's the same thing only we're focusing on ideas for the pairing of Lance & Chris.
Eeek. Noooooo!!!!!
How the FRELL did I skim/skip that in COMM?!!??!??!?
hangs head in genuine shame
Aimée:
Not that this makes any difference to you, but it's about 1/5 of a mile down the street from MM and I.
Thomash:
Hey, I've walked from Universal to your place. It's at least 2/6 to 4/12 of a mile
Plei:
Why the fuck don't they make creativity laxatives?
billytea:
They're still too harsh. There've been too many accidents where a person couldn't reach the keyboard in time.
Plei:
I once wrote most of a short story on a mud-covered shopping bag.
I can take it, damn it.
billytea:
Sure, that's what they all say. Then you find yourself at the end of a feverish writing session, completely emptied, and reading back through everything that wound up on the paper and shouting "This is complete and utter crap!"
Everyone swears, no, they won't sue, but once you've been through an experience like that...
Sean:
Next thing you know, you're all emaciated, lying in a gutter somewhere, begging for dollar bills just to have something to write on....