I don't know. It probably doesn't help that my life has barely two parts: writer/indigent(and not really the gritty Carver kind. I'm too weird to write normal things and yet? Not strange enough to get locked up and make "outsider art")ETA: Which I mention not to incite pity, but because it makes rejection extra crushing when there's not some part of your life where you're really satisfied to point to.
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.
Well, okay, maybe I'm strange enough and haven't got caught yet.
Awesome, Sox!!
Ha, that sounds like awesomesauce. Awesome, Sox, you're awesomesauce.
Here's an attempt at one of the prompts...I don't write romantic things often. Maybe it's the date today.
A middle-aged woman(although she would probably never call herself that, she knows she is. Probably, if not as ready for support hose as that phrase makes her feel) and a young man, arm in arm, step into the hotel suite they got for their anniversary. “Can you believe it’s been a whole year already?”
He nods, looking as proud and happy as she feels, but she likes it that he doesn’t jabber to fill the silence. All this joy from a relentless best friend playing with the age range on a dating site.
Who has two thumbs and a copy of April's Azimov's on her kindle?
Who has two thumbs and a copy of April's Azimov's on her kindle?
Kermit flail.
-t how'd you make me allergy from all the way across the country.
I'm a powerful irritant with a long range, I guess.
Excellent story, Sox. As I expected.
Excellent story, Sox. As I expected.
You are the first person to say this to me. I didn't realize I'd been holding my breath.
Thank you so much for that.
Dream dialog fragment
Victorious hero: "Show her to him. Let him see what the goddess he worshiped really was."
Defeated villain (unflinchingly glances at corpse of the monster, then says coldly): "I never worshiped her. I sacrificed to her. Just business."