I've pulled some boner moves, because I just didn't know what I was asking was Not The Done Thing.
I'm sure I have as well.
My writing group (online, there's no way I could do one in person with my schedule) annoyance is that I've just done two reviews, one of them pretty detailed, and I've gotten no acknowledgement at all and I know they've been buy because they've posted on the forums there quite a bit. I think it especially grates me because it's been a very long time and many,many reviews since I haven't gotten a nice thank you (and sometimes a polite discussion) when I've done one.
ARGH! Boring Novel Is Boring. ARGH.
Are you the most...established writer in the group, Amy?
Cause maybe she's waiting for the Secret Handshake or something.
Yeah, I just didn't know! If someone had smacked me down gently at the time, I would have been upset, but I would have been the better for it in the long run.
I have the most experience, if that's what you mean, erika.
I think she's reacting more to my editorial experience than my writing, since she's never seen my writing, as far as I know.
Still, kind of a bold move with someone you just met.(I suppose I did that with Herself and some Buffy fic once...I had an idea that I was psyched about and she said "Yeah, cool," and I took that to mean "I'd love to read more--RIGHT NOW.Luckily for her, I write slowly so she was able to say "Nice start, but people usually *ask*) But I sort of knew her.
I think it's weird, for all the articles about how isolating the internet is, all of us typing in our lonely, ticky-tacky boxes, the thing I've noticed is that the sense of public and private is getting a little skewed...maybe cause it takes just a few clicks to call someone a Friend.
For Nigel Tufnel Day (i.e. 11/11/11), the challenge is to write eleven-word stories and post them to Twitter with the hashtag #11words.
It's a little easier than Hemingway's six-word ones, anyway.
I'm feeling lucky I can still count to 11 after night #2 of Croup + fever. WTH - I thought croup was over when she could read or something. (I know this doesn't make sense. My brain is on slush mode).
Eleven words is hard:
If the bloodstains come out, I can sell the wedding dress.
And it turned out that the drunken monkey had been correct.
