"We’ll have more fan-created material next week - including a chilling tale involving Vancouver landmarks and a particularly nasty fabric-softener mascot. Keep e-mailing your suggestions to cwsource@gmail.com!"
Jesus Christ in a mini-skirt, eh? Lemmypie emailed me this aft (as I was stuck in one of those soul-destroying meetings that...destroys souls, yeah?) with this bit of news, sending me into an immediate state of catatonia mixed with deep-seated panic. Dear lord, that old thing? Had to literally go re-read it to make sure I hadn't said something completely fucking hopeless.
I am feeling as though someone's lifted up my rock. It may be why I haven't posted anything in a little while...although that could also just be the flurry of activity my otherwise sonambulent clients have suddenly roused themselves to on account of End of Fiscal looming its dreaded head. Fuckers. Work has sucked me dry.
But I have a fresh shiny completed outline for the next fic burning a hole on my hard drive, just waiting me to get to work on it. Hehehehehe. The only cure for quasi fic-fame is to post something awful and just get it over with.
Wow. Was a mini meltdown? I do believe it was! Thanks, B!
I think Yahoo ate my first reply, so if you get two, just bask in the double love.
It's so cool that you're gonna be on the official website blog thingie.--even if it does freak you out. Bear Hunt is great--now everyone will know. Kudos.
I wondered where you'd been. I miss you. But work, and this time of year is tough. Hang in, don't let them suck you too dry. You know how to hydrate, right? Whiskey, La Maudite...whatever.
Dude, you don't even have awful in your repetoire. Everything you post is fun, fabulous, and entertaining as hell.and I'm doing the dance of joy here, just knowing you've got something in the works...wanna give me a clue? *grins*
Sigh. No double love, I'm afraid, just the single one, Yahoo be damned. Oooh, some La Maudite would go down fine. I got well lubricated last night, however, and am paying the price today (I reckon one cup of coffee per estimated glass of wine last night should do the trick).
Oh, I so have awful in my repertoire. You have NO idea. But I cannot tell you of the special hell we're all going to (and I'm so not talking wincest here, oh no) for taking the piss out of the badfic writers. Special goddamn hell. Hurts so good.
No clues for you! It's in the Red verse, but examines some other crap. More Sam-related this one, I think. Um, and there's John. And teachers and stuff. But no forests or fairy tales. Or treeplanters.
My escapade last night involved getting hit on by a treeplanter and my husband ignoring my increasingly frantic signals across the party for assistance -- a clear case of drowning, not waving. Bastard. So I think I've had enough of treeplanters for the next little while.
Poor thing. At least your husband leaves you alone at functions! I can't pry mine off me with a crowbar. But I hear that. Sucks when no one can save you from the awkward. I freakin had a spazz attack when, after reading the P!W T one with a hint of joy, saw that you were up next for the feature blog blurb! I've loved Andie for ever, but I just fell in love with your stuffage recently, so it's, like... just an all around *squee*.
Why thank you. I'm having heart palpitations just imagining my entire site crashing. I've asked them to direct it through the LJ link, just in case the .mac account falls through the floor, like it did in the original post. I just made no sense there. See why I usually let other people do the tech thing for me? Pathetic, really. I'm surprised I can use a toaster over.
My husband isn't a moron, really, just obtuse. He said if it'd been a guy treeplanter, he'd have figured it out. But because it was a tall inebriated blonde woman who could have broken my back with her duct-taped hands, he reckoned I was just being sociable instead of being mauled. Jeeeeezus (for the record, the treeplanter swung by my place yesterday and apologized for being so...forward. I made sure I kept big pieces of furniture between us while saying it was all rather flattering).
As for comment below, I'd love to have tpk757's work used more -- maybe consult with them? I'm fine with that. There's another cover, too...here: Red cover by anonymous, just for
http://blogs.trb.com/network/cwsource/2006/12/featuring_some_fine_supernatur.html
"We’ll have more fan-created material next week - including a chilling tale involving Vancouver landmarks and a particularly nasty fabric-softener mascot. Keep e-mailing your suggestions to cwsource@gmail.com!"
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I am feeling as though someone's lifted up my rock. It may be why I haven't posted anything in a little while...although that could also just be the flurry of activity my otherwise sonambulent clients have suddenly roused themselves to on account of End of Fiscal looming its dreaded head. Fuckers. Work has sucked me dry.
But I have a fresh shiny completed outline for the next fic burning a hole on my hard drive, just waiting me to get to work on it. Hehehehehe. The only cure for quasi fic-fame is to post something awful and just get it over with.
Wow. Was a mini meltdown? I do believe it was! Thanks, B!
Chrz, Liz
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It's so cool that you're gonna be on the official website blog thingie.--even if it does freak you out. Bear Hunt is great--now everyone will know. Kudos.
I wondered where you'd been. I miss you. But work, and this time of year is tough. Hang in, don't let them suck you too dry. You know how to hydrate, right? Whiskey, La Maudite...whatever.
Dude, you don't even have awful in your repetoire. Everything you post is fun, fabulous, and entertaining as hell.and I'm doing the dance of joy here, just knowing you've got something in the works...wanna give me a clue? *grins*
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Oh, I so have awful in my repertoire. You have NO idea. But I cannot tell you of the special hell we're all going to (and I'm so not talking wincest here, oh no) for taking the piss out of the badfic writers. Special goddamn hell. Hurts so good.
No clues for you! It's in the Red verse, but examines some other crap. More Sam-related this one, I think. Um, and there's John. And teachers and stuff. But no forests or fairy tales. Or treeplanters.
My escapade last night involved getting hit on by a treeplanter and my husband ignoring my increasingly frantic signals across the party for assistance -- a clear case of drowning, not waving. Bastard. So I think I've had enough of treeplanters for the next little while.
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But I hear that. Sucks when no one can save you from the awkward.
I freakin had a spazz attack when, after reading the P!W T one with a hint of joy, saw that you were up next for the feature blog blurb! I've loved Andie for ever, but I just fell in love with your stuffage recently, so it's, like... just an all around *squee*.
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My husband isn't a moron, really, just obtuse. He said if it'd been a guy treeplanter, he'd have figured it out. But because it was a tall inebriated blonde woman who could have broken my back with her duct-taped hands, he reckoned I was just being sociable instead of being mauled. Jeeeeezus (for the record, the treeplanter swung by my place yesterday and apologized for being so...forward. I made sure I kept big pieces of furniture between us while saying it was all rather flattering).
As for comment below, I'd love to have tpk757's work used more -- maybe consult with them? I'm fine with that. There's another cover, too...here: Red cover by anonymous, just for
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