aww. thanks guys. I will leave it out for the insomnia fairy to dink with.
You want to meet the real me now?
Mal ,'War Stories'
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.
hippocampus - Jun 12, 2008 6:43:53 am PDT #263 of 6681
not your mom's socks.
-t - Jun 12, 2008 11:24:50 am PDT #264 of 6681
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
Very cool!
Laura - Jun 12, 2008 2:30:04 pm PDT #265 of 6681
Our wings are not tired.
Your insomnia, our gain. Very nice!
Laga - Jun 12, 2008 5:24:38 pm PDT #266 of 6681
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.
I would love to read more of that, Sox.
Amy - Jun 12, 2008 5:56:29 pm PDT #267 of 6681
Because books.
Wow, Sox! That was really well done. Great voice! WRITE MORE.
Um. Just a suggestion. ::beams::
Sparky1 - Jun 13, 2008 4:50:45 am PDT #268 of 6681
Librarian Warlord
So it's the engineers' fault, Sox? Now, if the Captain was an English major... Har!
(Sorry, I'm reading familial psychology into this.)
WRITE MORE.
Move to Philadelphia [closer to me!] and make her, Amy! Please?
hippocampus - Jun 13, 2008 5:01:03 am PDT #269 of 6681
not your mom's socks.
So it's the engineers' fault, Sox?
snerk. but they're mechE. not civ or hydro, or army core, or...
What?
Move to Philadelphia
this.
Amy - Jun 13, 2008 11:12:56 am PDT #270 of 6681
Because books.
Move to Philadelphia
Working on it!
Lee - Jun 14, 2008 5:54:50 pm PDT #271 of 6681
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I'm heading out to the airport somewhat early tomorrow morning, and I don't want to forget this, so I am posting it early.
Because I am,last week's topic is going to stay open until at least Tuesday.
The new topic is backseat.
SailAweigh - Jun 15, 2008 10:56:27 am PDT #272 of 6681
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
For the green challenge. I've been meaning to get this on paper since my drive home on Friday. The weather inspired me. This is pretty dark, so read at your own risk.
Green-eyed Monster
I'd learned to be as patient as any cat by a mouse hole. I'd had cats, but had to kill them when the canned goods ran out. They could find their own food, which was the problem. The vermin that sought out high ground as the flooding spread were easy pickings for my cats, but they weren't good at sharing. I'd had dinner that lasted more than a week for me. Now, it was my turn to crouch next to the hole in the green, mold-covered wall. Until it quit raining or the water finally breached the condo, I'd eat.