Angel: Yeah, I never told anyone about this, but I-I liked your poems. Spike: You like Barry Manilow.

'Hell Bound'


The Great Write Way, Act Three: Where's the gun?

A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.


Gudanov - Aug 15, 2009 3:42:53 am PDT #2006 of 6690
Coding and Sleeping

I got this as a comment on my blog. As a policy I don't think I'll approve it since the e-mail given is fakeEmail@hotmail.com though it is obviously not spam so I'm not entirely sure.

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(I am a super professional author of great renown. I have decided to edit the first few paragraphs of your first chapter, free of charge. This is a great honor I am bestowing upon you, and the only suitable response from your end is to make the necessary changes immediately. There is no need to thank me.) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

On the other side of the wall, she could hear the ponderous footsteps of the creature's which had torn-apart at least a half-dozen capable soldiers: demons.

Aimee wasn't trained to fight demons. For that matter, she didn’t ever fight anything. She usually spent her days sitting at a workbench, painstakingly constructing the next device assigned to her. Yet she now found herself held still and silent in tense anticipation, heart thudding and sweat starting to drip off the tip of her nose as she watched the doorway ten feet ahead. The grisly remains of an Imperial Guardsmen lay just outside it, chest slashed open on the left side. A guilt tinged sense of relief washed through her when she realized the man was not her friend Curtis.

A hungry snuffling sounded from the next room, and Aimee crept toward the doorway. A heavy footstep sounded as the demon moved closer. In anxious response, she gripped the wooden handle of the device in her hand tight: a rune covered copper tube which represented five years of work for her. It was the most powerful magical artifact Aimee had ever Crafted. Of course, it had never been tested in the field. Until now.

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The hell?

I disagree with most of his changes, but a couple of his changes actually aren't all that bad.


Barb - Aug 15, 2009 4:23:07 am PDT #2007 of 6690
“Not dead yet!”

::snort::

If he was so super professional, he'd actually just graciously comment, not edit.

I'm so happy I don't draw the whackjobs to my blog.


Gudanov - Aug 15, 2009 4:26:27 am PDT #2008 of 6690
Coding and Sleeping

I love the idea of a professional referring to himself as a "super professional". I went ahead and approved the comment, it isn't spam and maybe I'll get some snarky comments because it it.


Barb - Aug 15, 2009 4:36:26 am PDT #2009 of 6690
“Not dead yet!”

Heh. I might go and be snarky. That's something I'm "super professional" at.


Gudanov - Aug 15, 2009 12:02:05 pm PDT #2010 of 6690
Coding and Sleeping

Well, here's the link to the page if you want to see the fun. The first derisive comment has arrived.

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Barb - Aug 15, 2009 12:07:18 pm PDT #2011 of 6690
“Not dead yet!”

The first derisive comment has arrived.

And it's freakin' BRILLIANT! Ha!


Barb - Aug 16, 2009 6:55:46 am PDT #2012 of 6690
“Not dead yet!”

Oh crap.

I think I'm on the verge of completely rethinking the last third of the manuscript.

Oy vey.


Beverly - Aug 16, 2009 8:49:05 am PDT #2013 of 6690
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

Whatever you decide, Barb, may it go well.


Beverly - Aug 16, 2009 8:49:05 am PDT #2014 of 6690
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

Well, didn't need saying twice.


Barb - Aug 16, 2009 8:52:53 am PDT #2015 of 6690
“Not dead yet!”

Well, didn't need saying twice.

Yes. Yes it did.

I'm sitting here pulling my hair and with some added wailing and gnashing of teeth.

And a good GAH for added emphasis.