Let it go and go to the liquor store?
'Time Bomb'
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.
It's all written, proofed and ready to publish.
I know I'm feeding the troll, but I can't let it go. It's, um, therapeautic?
And anyway, I need to get some content on my blog this week; I've been wrapped up in resumes.
I may be a dumbass, but I'm kinda happy to be pissed about something other than politics this week.
I promise I won't feed a troll for another 6 months, though.
Have a burger, troll.
So it's here, FWIW. [link]
I'mma finish this glass of tea, off to the store and back to editing resume.
I feel better.
Erin, I think you'd appreciate this story.
Erin, Alyssa Rosenberg published a nice rejoinder to that jerk: [link]
So I didn't win my songwriting contest again this year. Woes. But I should receive my critique next week, which I am much looking forward to. Afterward, I think I will pony up the bucks to get it properly demo'd so I can start working with my songwriting critique dude.
At least I submitted. Can mark that off this year's New Year's Resolutions.
I am working on a new play. I haven't told ANYONE, not even my husband--I have had two false starts in the last few years and I know how badly he wants me to work and how very good he has been about no bugging me, since he knows I was distressed about not being able to jump back into play writing. Anyway, this idea came to me and it is itching to be written. I am finding it SO much easier than my previous attempts, which feels very good. I want to surprise him with a first draft.
Since I am not talking to anyone IRL about this, I will keep you posted on page count.
Yay, Scrappy. I'm excited for you!
Go Scrappy!
Go Liese and Scrappy! Forward motion ahoy!