Elder ,'Power Play'
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
Coordinator was his official title. But I noticed almost nobody mentions the late Senator Nelson, so probably I can omit him.
I don't know if "Coordinator" conveys that he basically created Earth Day. Organizer? That is the second most commonly used term.
Would Organizer and Co-founder I think would probably cover all the bases without you needing to mention Nelson, and not be inaccurate, whereas I think if you refer to him as "founder" in the singular, you risk the argument that Senator Nelson was the one who originally brought him on board.
I don't see any reason not to use founder or "a founder."
What about "Hayes, an organizer of the first Earth Day" or "Hayes, national coordinator of the first Earth Day." It appears to be too complex to boil down into one word.
Yeah, I think that will work. Thanks, Barb and Ginger.
I have a book proposal I'm ready to send to an agent. Anybody willing to looking it over? My profile addy is good. Thanks.
You don't seem to have a profile address, TB.
I'd like to look your proposal over for you. I'm working on one myself. Proposals are hard. Profile addy should work.
Ginger - insent. Thanks for being willing to look at it. And thanks for the heads up. Don't know how my profile address got destroyed. Now corrected in case anyone else is interested in looking it over.
Squeaking in under the wire, as usual.
"dive"
It’s not the kind of thing she does, but she lets Amelia drag her along anyway. “It’s Friday,” Amelia shouts over the band, pressed up against her in the crowd. A greasy haze of smoke hangs over the bar. “Loosen up.”
It’s nothing like the steamy warmth of the pool at the gym, the chlorine tang in her lungs when she slices through the water. It’s hot, sweat and the yeasty funk of beer all she can smell. But the music makes her move, and after a minute it feels good, sound pumping in her blood. She lets herself dive.
The previous challenge is now closed. So is the one before that.
This week, let's have a Photo Drabble
Photographs 1 through 5 are From the Look at me archives
Photographs 6-10 are from various groups on Flickr.
Please identify what photograph you are drabbling about.
[link] Photo 9
Mr. Parks dabbed at the sweat on his bald head. "Draw your curtains, Ruby. They're asking us to close the house."
I blinked at him, looked out at the people gathered around the box office, then reached for the cords that drew the velvet curtains that blocked the windows. The crowd yelled disapproval.
"How long will we be closed, Mr. Parks? Lola said--"
"It's nothing neither you nor Lola need worry about." He wiped his head again. There were spots of drying blood on his cuffs. "I'm sure it won't be long."