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?
Sweetie, we're crooks. If everything were right, we'd be in jail.
Wash ,'Serenity'
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.
Sparky1 - Jun 13, 2008 4:50:45 am PDT #268 of 6681
Librarian Warlord
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.
Beverly - Jun 15, 2008 1:00:55 pm PDT #273 of 6681
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Yup. Dark. Remind me not to room with Sail next time there's a get-together, hmmm?
Ginger - Jun 15, 2008 1:48:20 pm PDT #274 of 6681
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
It's been raining waaay too long in Wisconsin.
SailAweigh - Jun 15, 2008 1:53:10 pm PDT #275 of 6681
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
My drive home on Friday just left me too much time to think. I should start writing post-Apocalyptic fiction. Brrrr.
Toddson - Jun 16, 2008 6:22:10 am PDT #276 of 6681
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"
Beverly, you'd probably be safe rooming with Sail (but bring lots of snacks, just in case).
Laura - Jun 16, 2008 9:22:41 am PDT #277 of 6681
Our wings are not tired.
I should start writing post-Apocalyptic fiction.
Yes you should. And eeep!