I think I'm hitting the "this sucks, why am I doing this?" part of writing that Barb hit yesterday.
I do desperately want to finish chapter three, and I think I can get there. But I am freaking out in self-doubt.
If you take sexual advantage of her, you're going to burn in a very special level of hell. A level they reserve for child molesters and people who talk at the theater.
Book ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
The Great Write Way, Act Three: Where's the gun?
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Allyson - Aug 17, 2008 1:35:09 pm PDT #703 of 6681
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica
Liese S. - Aug 17, 2008 1:53:47 pm PDT #704 of 6681
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
You can get there. Really, really.
Barb - Aug 17, 2008 2:02:03 pm PDT #705 of 6681
“Not dead yet!”
I think I'm hitting the "this sucks, why am I doing this?" part of writing that Barb hit yesterday.
Um, nope... can't have it yet. Still busy with it. You might as well go ahead and finish chapter three.
Lee - Aug 17, 2008 3:59:47 pm PDT #706 of 6681
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
The blush challenge is now closed.
The new challenge is leather.
Barb - Aug 18, 2008 7:34:29 am PDT #707 of 6681
“Not dead yet!”
Okey doke-- reworked proposal off to Agent Kate and here's hoping she likes it.
Beverly - Aug 18, 2008 7:38:50 am PDT #708 of 6681
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Crossables crossed, Barb. Each and every one. Really hard to type, now.
Barb - Aug 18, 2008 7:40:24 am PDT #709 of 6681
“Not dead yet!”
Thanks, Bev. If she doesn't like it, I'm going to take it as a sign from the universe that I should finally bag romance and stick to women's fiction.
Or laundry.
erikaj - Aug 18, 2008 11:51:32 am PDT #710 of 6681
Always Anti-fascist!
Some words from my detective, for the Leather challenge.(I'm slipping, truly. No fannish references to horsehide being warmer. Or chaps.)
The wallet doesn’t look like much now, brown and scuffed and stretched at the bottom from all of the things my father used to carry in it. I imagine that I can still see the glint from his badge inside it, but I think that is just my imagination running away with me. I can tell from the distinctive leather smell that it was intended to last and was chosen(probably by my mother) for some occasion that my memory doesn’t record. He’s been gone for a while now; I can’t remember where we last had dinner or what the last gift he bought me was, although when he died so unexpectedly, I thought I’d hold onto everything that made me think of him. I have a career path like his, this leather wallet, and several guidebooks on baseball, which he tried and failed to teach me, marked with his handwriting that made every word a barely-broken line. Kind of like mine, even without the brain damage. Most days it feels like enough.
hippocampus - Aug 19, 2008 1:29:36 am PDT #711 of 6681
not your mom's socks.
Allyson - don't freak out too much. You have a bat-fan in PA who will love your story!! If you need extra eyes let me know.
Deena - the gerund constuction wasn't necessary so your instinct was dead on.
Hmm. Leather.
Aims - Aug 19, 2008 6:53:24 am PDT #712 of 6681
Shit's all sorts of different now.
The Shopaholic series on the other hand, is everything mockable about the genre. Feh.
Hee! And I love them, all the same.
I also love Jane Greene, who has become my go-to-girl for stuff when I'm tired of other stuff. I just read my first Marian Keyes and really liked it a lot. I need to update my have-reads.