I'm going to see to Wesley, see if he's still whimpering.

Giles ,'Chosen'


Natter 57 Varieties  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


beth b - Mar 04, 2008 8:33:48 am PST #2854 of 10001
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!

I would like people writing fiction to admit they are writing fiction. sounds like a good , well researched novel. I mean it had a built in marketing campaign - information gather from sources that had o be protected to stay safe. I have to admit, I am not a 'memoirs' reader, but I am even less likely to read one know,because if I want a true story - I can't trust that word anymore.


shrift - Mar 04, 2008 8:48:58 am PST #2855 of 10001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty

My stress ball exploded in my hands. I do hope that the internal squishy stress spooge isn't toxic or I might develop superpowers and have to assemble my own fantastic four team, and I think we all know that I'm not terribly invested in fighting crime.


Dana - Mar 04, 2008 8:49:42 am PST #2856 of 10001
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.

I might develop superpowers and have to assemble my own fantastic four team

Oooh! Which one do I get to be?


Frankenbuddha - Mar 04, 2008 8:49:47 am PST #2857 of 10001
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"

You could always go the super villain route instead.


Allyson - Mar 04, 2008 8:51:46 am PST #2858 of 10001
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica

but I am even less likely to read one know,because if I want a true story - I can't trust that word anymore.

This is reason number 1 of the 458 reasons I want to punch this woman in the face.

The editor, though. THREE FUCKING YEARS and you never verified any piece of this woman's story? THREE YEARS? Seriously.


Miracleman - Mar 04, 2008 8:53:46 am PST #2859 of 10001
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020

I do hope that the internal squishy stress spooge isn't toxic or I might develop superpowers and have to assemble my own fantastic four team, and I think we all know that I'm not terribly invested in fighting crime.

"What do we call ourselves? 'The Fantastic Four' is already taken."

"How about the Justice Quartet?"

"Or the Heroic Quad Squad?"

"How about the Laconic Four and we just not bother? And you all shut up."

"'Laconic Four?' That lacks both alliteration and/or rhyming."

"You're fired. Now we're the 'Through With The Whole Thing Three.'

Or the 'Tried To Care But Didn't Trio.'"


§ ita § - Mar 04, 2008 9:00:45 am PST #2860 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

The editor, though. THREE FUCKING YEARS and you never verified any piece of this woman's story? THREE YEARS? Seriously.

Was I verified?


shrift - Mar 04, 2008 9:01:32 am PST #2861 of 10001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty

Oooh! Which one do I get to be?

What do you want? Human torch? Invisibility? Smashing really big things?


Allyson - Mar 04, 2008 9:01:33 am PST #2862 of 10001
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica

I gave my editor your number, did he call?


hippocampus - Mar 04, 2008 9:03:15 am PST #2863 of 10001
not your mom's socks.

makes me want to punch her in the face all the more. You exploited people, asshole.

I am with you. I've been raging this all day. A new definition of identity theft. And it makes all writers cringe.

Memoir = Things that Happened To You (the real you, not your idealized, stolen identity)

Nonfiction = careful study of things that happened to a real person (not you), with factual backup (that you didn't make up)

Fiction = Things that did not happen

easy enough, right?