You know what they say about payback? Well I'm the bitch.

Fred ,'Life of the Party'


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.


Liese S. - Apr 10, 2008 6:23:24 pm PDT #24 of 6626
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."

How deeply amused am I that with the one thread we could kill with haiku and be on topic, we didn't? Deeply amused.

Great drabbles, though, all.

You should definitely post them, sarameg. I've got volumes and volumes from that age, probably quite horrid. But I always think one should share. Writing wants to be free!


Beverly - Apr 10, 2008 6:43:25 pm PDT #25 of 6626
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

Writing wants to be free!

Next thread title!


Connie Neil - Apr 10, 2008 6:52:52 pm PDT #26 of 6626
brillig

"You can't take the text from me!"


Anne W. - Apr 11, 2008 1:49:34 am PDT #27 of 6626
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.

These all rock. I love the imagery in Sail's - it makes the whole deadline-driven creative process snap and sparkle. Beverly's makes me want to know what happens next.

Sara, thank you for sharing that. I agree with the others who say you should share more of these.

Susan, that sense of dread regarding aging and loneliness in yours hits close to home.


SailAweigh - Apr 11, 2008 3:49:49 am PDT #28 of 6626
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb

The center is a solitary point.

I love this. By itself it's just a bland geometric truth, but put into context it holds so much more meaning on a personal level, something we can all feel.


Susan W. - Apr 11, 2008 7:43:34 am PDT #29 of 6626
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights

Thanks, Anne and Sail! This character is the first major character I've written who's near my own age--I started writing seriously right after I turned 30, but I've tended to write 20-somethings. So it's a change from my usual coming-of-age and seeking adventures to have someone who's a bit further along on the journey.

ION, DH wants to buy me this shirt: [link]


Susan W. - Apr 12, 2008 7:37:39 pm PDT #30 of 6626
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights

It's time to play "Help Susan Name a Character" again! English woman, upper class, born around 1780, slim, dark hair, pale skin, light eyes. So far I've determined that she's very intelligent and possessed of a certain practical ruthlessness that makes her a wonderful person to have around in a crisis, but she's not exactly what you'd call sweet or warm-hearted, and if you stood between her and something she wanted, she'd find a way to justify shoving you out of the way.

The name can't start with A, C, J, or M. Some possibilities I've thought of:

Beatrice
Eleanor
Elizabeth
Frances
Georgiana
Hermione
Isabella
Olivia
Philippa

Do any of those sound especially right or wrong for such a character, or can you think of anything in the same vein? I'm inclined toward Hermione. Is it too soon to have a Hermione outside of Harry Potter?


Scrappy - Apr 12, 2008 7:55:51 pm PDT #31 of 6626
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.

I like Philippa, which is English and the fact it contains a male name is a subtle hint of her determination.


SailAweigh - Apr 12, 2008 7:56:54 pm PDT #32 of 6626
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb

Hermione is too sweet sounding to me. I'd go for Eleanor. It has a queenly pedigree to it.


sarameg - Apr 12, 2008 7:58:47 pm PDT #33 of 6626

Oookay, I'm still dubious about this teenage poetry endeavor, as I thought the last was really the best (and omg, the angst in some of these that I probably WON'T share):

Time is an endless
Circle.
Forever repeating with
endless variations,
Shaping our minds,
Changing our lives
Into rings of memories.

And the first I remember writing, at maybe 13 or 15 or, I don't really know, I tie it up with my maternal grandmother's death years earlier and seeing Orion from the bedroom window, and how that has been a constant solace (and I don't know if the poem will ever convey that. Just that it has that touchpoint for the adult me now):

"I want to be a star"
she cried.
"What kind of star?"
they asked.
"A star in the sky star"
"Oh really?"
"Yes"
"Why?
they pressed.
"I would be free
to shine,
To be wished upon.
To have children
point at me
and say
"There's you!"
She grew
Old
As she died
she said
"I want to be a star,
a star in the sky star."
And she flew
Upwards
And shone
with light.
Taking her place, up
up in the sky.
A child cries
"There's you!
I want to be a star,
a star in the sky star,
up there."