book!~ma Barb!
Thanks guys - I'm going to turn it right around, after an edit.
'Beneath You'
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
book!~ma Barb!
Thanks guys - I'm going to turn it right around, after an edit.
book~ma, Barb!
ok my chin didn't do the greatest job staying up, so I'm switching to wine.
Today I got word back that I didn't win the songwriting contest I'd entered months ago. Woes. But I entered it because every entry gets feedback, which I should get in the mail next month, so I'm trying to remember the contest itself was a longshot, and the goal was the feedback. Of course, if the feedback comes back entirely negative or a brushoff, then I shall lie on the floor and bemoan my fate.
it's nice down here.
Lots o' booze and chocolate on the floor.
And good company.
IJS...
But I entered it because every entry gets feedback
That's an excellent reason to enter, Liese. And a great idea for a contest.
I hope you get some great feedback.
I was bummed on Friday when the RITA calls were going out that my phone remained conspicuously silent. I consoled myself with the fact that it's really just a massive crapshoot and even though the peer acclaim is really, really nice, in the grander scheme, it's just not that big a deal. The award simply doesn't carry a whole lot of recognition or weight outside of the immediate romance community.
And then the more I thought of it, the more I realized how I'm drifting further and further away from romance in terms of what I write. It's a sad and scary and exciting and nerve-wracking all rolled together.
Drabble. Attribution questionable.
Practical
Your friend M. built a robot army. You made a Kleener, with vacuum attachment, duster-arm, and cooking unit. You drew a picture of it standing next to M.s' robot army. "Great idea to draw his robots small enough that you could fit it all on the same page," I said.
You smiled. "Mine is 50 times bigger, so I can vacuum his up and win. Then we can eat."