Come to think of it, no great surprise to anyone who has interacted with me that I spend more time in the twilight zone than your average bear.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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.
Cog continues to grind away. I just hit the theoretical 2/3 point of the rough draft at 50,000 words. I got derailed when a bunch of bad stuff all happened at once, but I've gotten it going once again.
Way to go Gud!
Good to hear, Gud!
I, on the other hand, am rethinking half of what I have for the book that was already due, and wondering how quickly I can rewrite.
I'm in a really fun part of the story where the moral is "Don't make deals with pixies."
Hee. Should be a tagline.
A friend of Hubby's, who is peripherally my friend because, well, Hubby, and whom I haven't seen in probably 5 years, is on a mail group to which I forward job announcements from our friend/landlord who is a contractor for the feds. I'm supposing I must have mentioned fic writing to him, because he just sent me a 250 kb file of Tangled fanfic that he wrote that he wants me to critique.
I don't even want to open the file. I don't know if he can write at all, I've never seen Tangled, and it reveals all sorts of shallow stereotypical thinking about me, but I don't want to read fic from a 40+-year-old man based on a Disney movie.
Has anyone else received requests for critiquing for projects you wish you didn't know existed?
Yes. (and I probably did it someone early on, too.)
I'm thinking of removing him from that mailing group and never responding and letting him think we've emigrated to Tibet or something.
"12 Yemen Road, Yemen." You might just tell the guy that it's bad form to send stories unsolicited. I believe Herself let me down gently that way once.