I keep meaning to post...
*waves*
What I wanted to say before Yuletide reveals go live is: I want to know if anybody guessed which story I wrote. I will say that I have Evidence that at least three of you (who were not my beta) have read it, but I really want to know if I was made. (Part of the reason is that I feel like I wrote the most obvious story in the history of obvious stories. I didn't have a paper bag over my head. A pair of pantyhose at best. Nude pantyhose. With the receipt with my credit card number on it stuck to them.)
If you think you know which story I wrote (and are not my beta, not that she would ever be that disreputable), comment to that effect (but without revealing what story it is)--and then tell me if you were right at reveal tomorrow (I'll post the link and title then). And you win...um...a drabble/flashfic in the 'verse of the story? Is that an adequate prize?
Now, back to grading my incredibly shitty final papers. Sorry to those on Twitter for the epic amount of complaining. It's just sad, because I had smart kids this semester. Apparently no one ever taught them to write. My roommate suggests its the NCLB hangover, and I think he's probably right, but still: paragraphs, people. They matter. Learn what a dependent clause is, and then never give me one instead of a sentence again. Look words up before you use them. Proofread.
Happy New Year!
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What I wanted to say before Yuletide reveals go live is: I want to know if anybody guessed which story I wrote. I will say that I have Evidence that at least three of you (who were not my beta) have read it, but I really want to know if I was made. (Part of the reason is that I feel like I wrote the most obvious story in the history of obvious stories. I didn't have a paper bag over my head. A pair of pantyhose at best. Nude pantyhose. With the receipt with my credit card number on it stuck to them.)
If you think you know which story I wrote (and are not my beta, not that she would ever be that disreputable), comment to that effect (but without revealing what story it is)--and then tell me if you were right at reveal tomorrow (I'll post the link and title then). And you win...um...a drabble/flashfic in the 'verse of the story? Is that an adequate prize?
Now, back to grading my incredibly shitty final papers. Sorry to those on Twitter for the epic amount of complaining. It's just sad, because I had smart kids this semester. Apparently no one ever taught them to write. My roommate suggests its the NCLB hangover, and I think he's probably right, but still: paragraphs, people. They matter. Learn what a dependent clause is, and then never give me one instead of a sentence again. Look words up before you use them. Proofread.
Happy New Year!
This entry was originally posted at http://amalnahurriyeh.dreamwidth.org/18644.html. You can comment in either location. There are currently
comments at Dreamwidth.