Also, Gud! Be careful! Sheesh.
This here's a recipe for unpleasantness.
Mal ,'Objects In Space'
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. - Oct 05, 2009 5:45:20 pm PDT #2497 of 6690
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
sarameg - Oct 05, 2009 5:57:36 pm PDT #2498 of 6690
(I like her too. Still growing into it.)
SailAweigh - Oct 05, 2009 6:35:03 pm PDT #2499 of 6690
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Amy, I hope you don't mind, but your fallen angel inspired me.
Fallen
It wasn't supposed to happen this way. Not that she had planned it; there was no outline, no flowchart, no model to base this on. This new way of thinking, of feeling, of being was without rules, without boundaries, without guidelines. How could she know how to act, to react, to behave, to believe. Her world had changed around her and all had been stripped bare within her, without her. She had always been taught that God was love. But God had rules, and this love? It had no rules. To know love then, was to be without God. Fallen.
Allyson - Oct 06, 2009 7:39:56 am PDT #2500 of 6690
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
Every single time I get an email alert I think, "It's Agent Kate! With good news!"
This will continue for the next two weeks.
Amy - Oct 06, 2009 8:08:05 am PDT #2501 of 6690
Because books.
Have a drabble topic: ring.
Whatever that might mean to you.
Connie Neil - Oct 06, 2009 8:30:42 am PDT #2502 of 6690
brillig
Ring
I put a ring on his finger, but he couldn't wear it because he worked on heavy equipment. Then his health betrayed him, and he couldn't do that work any more.
He put on his wedding ring, and there it stays. Except in surgery, and he hands it to me before they wheel him away.
He regrets his hands going soft. A man has calluses from hard work. When he comes out of anesthesia, though, the first coherent thing he says is, "I love you, give me my ring."
Liese S. - Oct 06, 2009 3:59:45 pm PDT #2503 of 6690
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Aww, connie.
Liese S. - Oct 06, 2009 4:00:16 pm PDT #2504 of 6690
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
song
"Now would be a good time for anyone not a musician to leave the room. Or for any musician who values his hearing. Anyone not me, really."
It probably hadn't ever been done. The equipment was ancient, the sound man deaf. The proportions of the room were exactly, precisely wrong. And the gear got swapped out every week.
But it was time. We tore out the cables, labeled everything, taped it all down. Cleared the stage, tossed the trash, unearthed mysterious stashes of golf balls.
And rang out the system. The noise was shrill, but momentary.
Afterwards, the room sang.
Barb - Oct 06, 2009 5:12:00 pm PDT #2505 of 6690
“Not dead yet!”
Bah. Two more rejections. One from my former editor (although I was an inherited author, not one that she initially bought, so it's not a total shocker).
I want someone to buy my pretty book!
Amy - Oct 06, 2009 5:34:52 pm PDT #2506 of 6690
Because books.
Ugh, sorry, Barb.
Gud, you *didn't* fall off a ladder, right?