Allyson, from the bits I've read, I think you can write to your intended audience just fine. There may be one or two wee points that come out in beta reads, but that's unimportant. Your story is good, your hero is exactly the right hero for your reader, and esp your tone is right.
'Hell Bound'
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.
Barb, that snippet is awesome. What's it for? Or is it just a seed so far?
Just a seed, Amy-- one of those things I'd probably love writing and then wouldn't be able to sell. Story of my life. :-P
::sticks tongue WAY the hell out back::
I don't know about that, love.
I'ma come beat some positivity into you. Even though it may require some groping, as well. (I need to get something out of it, don't I?)
I'ma come beat some positivity into you.
Something needs to happen. My usual level of self-deprecation has gone way past what's acceptable, methinks.
Even though it may require some groping, as well.
::looks hopeful::
Ya promise?
Have you met me?
one of those things I'd probably love writing
...so we can have the pleasure of reading it and laughing. Thanks, Barb! I love the rhythm.
Barb, that snippet is wonderful.
t drop kicks publishing industry that FAILS TO GIVE ME WHAT I WANT TO READ.
Ahem.
::smooches Plei
Also, any dropkicking of publishing industry that you want to do is all right by me.
I just had a bit of dialogue wander through my head reading something about gay actors and straight actors. This has no relevance to anything, just somethign that moseyed through.
Interviewer: So, as a gay actor--
Actor: Wait, what? Gay? Who says I'm gay? Hey, Bob! Am I gay?
Bob: You're not gay, you're a sullen son of a bitch who leaves his underwear in the living room.
Actor: See?
OK, not a drabble and does not fit the current challenge, but...
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"I'm worried about the fact that what's hanging on the strand next to us is an SUV."
"Doesn't bother me a bit. We got all sizes here. See that poor cat about 100 yards to the left? And isn't that a hamster next to him? And I even think I see a few flies. I'm too shit terrified at the fact that we are stuck to a freakin giant spider web to worry what else is caught. It's big enough to eat me. That's scary enough."
"Ya know I think spider webs burn. Back home, Daddy always was real careful about cleaning out cobwebs and feathers and such near his electrical equipments. Said they could act like kindling if there was a spark. You got a match? Lighter?
"No. You?"
"Nope. Shit. We're going to die a horrible, lingering agonizing death just because neither of us smokes."