hooray Barb! Congrats!
Jayne: You wanna go, little man? Wash: Only if it's someplace with candlelight.
'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.
hippocampus - Nov 23, 2010 6:28:17 am PST #3740 of 6692
not your mom's socks.
Typo Boy - Nov 23, 2010 7:29:13 am PST #3741 of 6692
Calli: My people have a saying. A man who trusts can never be betrayed, only mistaken.Avon: Life expectancy among your people must be extremely short.
Congrats on release day!
Amy - Nov 23, 2010 7:35:29 am PST #3742 of 6692
Because books.
Happy, happy Book Day, Barb!
Typo Boy - Nov 23, 2010 8:03:34 am PST #3743 of 6692
Calli: My people have a saying. A man who trusts can never be betrayed, only mistaken.Avon: Life expectancy among your people must be extremely short.
Barb, it would not go against our board culture for you to put a post in press including a link to your preferred means of purchase: (Amazon, your publisher, your favorite website that carries your book.)
sumi - Nov 23, 2010 9:33:26 am PST #3744 of 6692
Art Crawl!!!
Happy Release Day, Barb!
May we see many more.
Polter-Cow - Nov 23, 2010 9:35:32 am PST #3745 of 6692
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
Happy Release Day, Barb! I hope you get boffo sales.
Wolfram - Nov 23, 2010 10:59:19 am PST #3746 of 6692
Visilurking
Congrats Barb!
Kat - Nov 23, 2010 6:24:18 pm PST #3747 of 6692
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
hey Barb, I sent you an email, but the book arrived today. It's so lovely!
Barb - Nov 23, 2010 7:20:46 pm PST #3748 of 6692
“Not dead yet!”
Thanks for the congrats everyone! And Kat, got your email and backflung. Talk about a hard act to follow on the TBR pile!
ETA: And isn't the finish on the book absolutely gorgeous? I love the art department so much!
Barb - Nov 29, 2010 12:19:03 pm PST #3749 of 6692
“Not dead yet!”
I'm writing again, thank the gods! And I've got a drabble that's actually from the WIP:
The Blues
Smoky heat and the intricate, meditative twang of a blues progression drifted out as she pushed open the glass-paned door. Quietly, she closed it behind herself and moved to the battered leather recliner set to one side of the pot-bellied woodstove. It was her favorite spot in the room—warm, near a window that gave her good light, and best of all, provided a good vantage point from which she could observe Daddy, his hands moving deliberately over his Gretsch archtop, the raw beauty of the music making her insides hurt—in a good way. Reaching over the arm of the chair, she picked up one of her ever-present sketch pads and a graphite pencil, using light, sure strokes to capture the curve of Daddy's back, the delicate tension in his hands as he coaxed out the sobs and wails that he'd said his Louisiana granddaddy told him made the blues the truest music of the heart.