I may have just done write-in votes for some buffista books on the goodreads choice awards. That counts as NaNo, right?
Lorne: Take care of yourself and ah, make sure fluffy is getting enough love. Gunn: Did he have anything? Fred: No. And who's fluffy? Are you fluffy? Gunn: He called me fluffy? Fred: He said make sure…wait. You don't think he was referring to anything of mine that's fluffy, do you? Because that would just be inappropriate.
'Conviction (1)'
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 02, 2011 6:26:11 am PDT #4769 of 6690
not your mom's socks.
Strix - Nov 02, 2011 7:09:04 am PDT #4770 of 6690
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
Works for me; Ima count whatever I write for sstory or blogs as NaNoWriMo stuff -- I R REBEL.
I just want to get more writing in.
erikaj - Nov 02, 2011 9:09:12 am PDT #4771 of 6690
Always Anti-fascist!
The idea is a nice one, but the vibe of Nano("Great job!" Group hug!) brings out all the Larry David in me."No hugging, no learning" I've got a project, though. Guess I'll put one foot in front of the other... so to speak.
Strix - Nov 02, 2011 9:35:15 am PDT #4772 of 6690
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
Yeah, it's very "OMG, words! AWESOME!" but I need to make words appear, so...ok.
Buffistas are more reliable betas; you guys are all, Um, no. X is good, but Y is shitetastic. Try again!
Which is what a writer needs to improve a work. All positive feedback, all the time is bullshit, and not helpful.
-t - Nov 02, 2011 9:42:53 am PDT #4773 of 6690
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
I'm in word vomit zero draft mode, so NaNo is perfect for me.
Oh, god, did that make sense? It makes sense in my head. You see what happens when I turn off the internal editor?
erikaj - Nov 02, 2011 9:54:46 am PDT #4774 of 6690
Always Anti-fascist!
Oh, that's totally my misanthropic, Maheresque, issue. I don't expect you to have it. I just wondered if anyone else noticed. (although when he stands up and shouts "New Rule!" as if we should have our pads and pens out, I get jealous of the faith in yourself that must take. Which I don't have.)
Strix - Nov 02, 2011 10:12:04 am PDT #4775 of 6690
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
Made perfect sense to me, -t!
Although it should be "word-vomit, zero-draft mode." /pedanteditor
(Nope, that tag never closes. I've tried killing it, but it always COMES BACK. Sorry.)
-t - Nov 02, 2011 10:24:56 am PDT #4776 of 6690
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
See, that's why I can turn off the internal editor, I know there's an external pedanteditor I can count on to fix it!
Strix - Nov 02, 2011 11:15:37 am PDT #4777 of 6690
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
:Slinks around and looks guilty::
Back to the salt mines...er. keyboard!
Ginger - Nov 02, 2011 11:45:05 am PDT #4778 of 6690
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
My brain has a tiny fact-checker who whispers in my ear. Last weekend, I was at a ghost-story event. At the end of the Civil War, a farm is invaded by renegade Yankees, and, when one of her loved ones is threatened, the farm owner strikes out at a soldier with the pan in which she's frying bacon.
Fact-checker: Who had bacon at the end of the war?
She's killed, and her ghost makes the chandelier full of candles fall on the Yankees, who are all drinking moonshine out of Mason jars.
Fact-checker: Who had candles at the end of the war?
Mason jars were patented in 1858, but were not widely available until towards the end of the century. They had certainly not worked their way to the South, where moonshine came in clay jugs.