Xander: I still don't get why we came here to get info about a killer snot monster. Giles: Because it's a killer snot monster from outer space. I did not say that.

'Never Leave Me'


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.


-t - Apr 27, 2023 6:43:46 am PDT #6653 of 6674
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration

This has some interesting insights about what AI writing is good at or good for and what it can’t do [link]

I need to think about it some more. I feel a little obliged to read this book so I can have an informed opinion, but I don’t know that I will. So many books tbr

ETA: spending an audible credit on pre-ordering. Also thinking about craftsmanship in a broader sense, artisanal what have you’d and all that.


erikaj - Apr 28, 2023 10:51:48 am PDT #6654 of 6674
I'm a fucking amazing catch!--Fiona Gallagher, Shameless(US)

My plan about courting rejection sounded much more fun before they started rolling in.(Not that this one hurts especially, I seem to be the one writer on Earth that doesn't really warm to fairytale themes, but I took a chance at it, since some of my best wheelhouses aren't exactly things that excite America.) Maybe I could have revised more? (Also, really kind of hate the microfiction trend, but I apparently still need to learn it.) Somebody was going to be the first, but,right now, it seems like I paid twenty dollars for a group of people to tell me I suck, which. even more than publishing, is something I can provide myself for free.(But I don't even need the $20, so I don't need to get dramatic about that, either. Old habits die hard, though.) I wish there were some amazing heart's desire that I really wanted that I could get at 50-100 to make the prize concept more attractive, but having more money means I don't save stuff up anymore.


erikaj - May 21, 2023 10:34:46 am PDT #6655 of 6674
I'm a fucking amazing catch!--Fiona Gallagher, Shameless(US)

Still not showing much writing yet in here...lately stuff is feeling personal so... But I have a question though: Does anyone else notice different writing coming out in longhand than from when you type? (It may be so for me because getting to legible longhand took some work, through much of my teen years and the nearly-ubiquitous Schoolgirl Poet period...the poems have come back a bit.)


Calli - May 25, 2023 5:57:09 am PDT #6656 of 6674
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs

I think so? I'm trying this practice that involves writing three long-hand pages a day in an attempt to get through my years-long writer's block, and the tone and style seem a bit different than my typed stuff. It could also be that I write most of that while starting on my first cup of coffee of the day, so they're getting the un-caffeinated, barely sentient version of me.


-t - May 25, 2023 8:32:42 am PDT #6657 of 6674
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration

I have an easier time writing without trying to edit as I go if I write longhand, so I prefer it for first drafts. If that makes much of a difference to what I get on the page, I'm not sure, but I think so.


erikaj - May 25, 2023 4:00:22 pm PDT #6658 of 6674
I'm a fucking amazing catch!--Fiona Gallagher, Shameless(US)

Funny...I thought that might be a crip thing...cause I used to dictate and/ or struggle literally with making letters. Kind of glad to read that might not be true.


Amy - May 28, 2023 5:59:19 am PDT #6659 of 6674
Because books.

If I can't write at the computer (freeze up, nerves, whatever) I'll write longhand. I read somewhere a while back that it...connects to a different part of your brain or something? For me, I think it seems less "official" than writing on the computer (this less of a commitment?) but I can't do it for too long anymore and because of the arthritis in my hands.


erikaj - May 28, 2023 11:09:05 am PDT #6660 of 6674
I'm a fucking amazing catch!--Fiona Gallagher, Shameless(US)

huh...interesting thought.


Beverly - May 28, 2023 6:42:03 pm PDT #6661 of 6674
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

When I got really stuck on a long fic, I'd take a legal pad and a couple of fountain pens to the B&N that had Starbucks, stake out a booth, listen to the slightly muted announcements and calls for help, and the coffeeshop noises--espresso steam, quiet chatter, etc. till it all faded into background and start writing. Fountain pen ink flows faster and smoother than ballpoint, so while I can type nearly as fast as I think, handwriting with a pen is almost as fast. I'd get down a scene or a chunk of dialog or narration or description that hadn't been coming right on the computer. Later I'd find it was just a skeleton, but it was something to hang the meat on. It helped, when the computer started hissing and spitting whenever I walked by it. I brought it food, and it settled down and purred for me--for a while.


erikaj - Aug 09, 2023 2:45:16 pm PDT #6662 of 6674
I'm a fucking amazing catch!--Fiona Gallagher, Shameless(US)

I wrote this thinking it would be like something else. Just a different POV, but somehow it's not.

A Little Something Between Elections flash fiction by Erika Jahneke

Probably there are people who propose marriage, or couples getting that pink line after a long medical slog at the fertility clinic who have greater reason, and, yes, mobility, to dance after someone says yes, but they are not looking for volunteers so early in an election cycle. The pleasure is even stronger because I had been prepared to hear that she needed the week off to move all of the furniture in the civilized world, and had shaped my mouth to say “That’s okay; these things happen,” and let her off the hook. Even though doing it sometimes made me feel like a dirty liar.

Some of what they say…well, I won’t say it doesn’t happen, but most of these people aren’t great at working around obstacles, and they are the people that thank me the hardest.

“It’s really great what you’re doing,” they tell me. “Keep up the good work.” Not the first time somebody gave me a lavish compliment instead of being there, so it definitely takes the shine off it, but I can’t let it show because we will be hearing each other’s voices again. Or maybe seeing some frozen image in a webinar…there’s no good way to make myself I. P. Freely(though I don’t, exactly, with the wheelchair and all) and have a big laugh at their expense . I’m thinking so hard about handling defeat, though, that I almost miss the victory as the shy little newbie with the quiet voice—a lot like mine ten years ago, actually-says yes, she’ll make calls on Thursday. “That’s okay…these things…you did say yes, right?”

“Yeah. Sure. Thursday’s my day off.” And she chuckles, and for the briefest instant, it feels like love. I love that hesitant voice, I love Thursday, I love the feeling there’s nothing this movement can’t do.

Unlike in my romantic life, though, I do play a few games here. “You’re lucky…nobody has signed up for Thursday yet.” I say, acting gruff and no-nonsense, even though the only times it’s really that hot is three days before, and backing a clear winner so they can post on social media and claim a little credit.

I don’t know if anyone even cares about my hot-ticket act, much less believes in it, but I’ve learned from my friends and the TV that helped raise me that there are things that you say: I’ve never done this before. It’s not you, it’s me. Maybe one of mine is “Wow, you’re so lucky, a spot opened up on Thursday.” Besides, it was true…that one time.

It doesn’t hurt to risk some vulnerability, once you have her interest. “Just checking. Everyone seems so busy this week.”

“Oh, wow,” Newbie says.(I know her name, but it doesn’t really matter for these purposes.) Call her Hannah. Call her Emily. Something smart and shy, for a girl who’s on our list cause she doesn’t like to see people get picked on, and still manages to pluck ten bucks out of the air every month because she loves the forest or hates book banning. Even if she had backed out, I swear I’d find some way to be nice. Eventually. “I could never do what you do.”

This is so much what I’ve heard about, well, everything, my whole life—which now is much longer than people expect, given that I live like an intern-- that I look down as if she can see me through the phone. Maybe she’s a psychic who needs a manager. Maybe that would be more fun than this.

I say what I always say. “I think you’d be surprised what you could do if you really had to.”

“I guess I’m going to find out.”

“I’m sorry?” I say, thinking “Please don’t hurt yourself, Hannah or Emily. The wisdom I’ve gotten from it isn’t worth the hype. So far, anyway.” But I don’t speak, which I am really freaking glad about because she says:

“I’m really nervous about cold-calling strangers.”

The absurdity, as well as the relief of not actually proving I’m a complete nutcase makes me giggle. Even if I’m sad not to be hitting the road with a Real Psychic. “Oh,” I say, through my laughter. “On the phone. “ Back in my normal voice I say “You’ll be calling our people and they are really friendly. Almost always.”

“Excuse me,” she replies, always polite. “What did you think I meant?”

“Never mind.” On that Thursday, for once, my day starts with a smile.