*dies and is ded some more*

OMG, WriterCon! I met so many fantastic people! The panels were teh awesome! The Muse has been sparked, although what came out on the plane home is not happy fic at all and will probably have people screaming for my head on a platter. Which, you know, I'm okay with, because that means I did what I set out to do. *evil laughter*

I did a fifteen-minute ficlet during the "Writing Ensemble" panel that I will post as soon as I transcribe it. The challenge was to write Cordy, Xander, Willow, Buffy, Oz, and Giles into a fic involving an argument over a cursed football. I haven't done a word count on it or anything, but it's short, because...fifteen minutes.

I drank more booze over WriterCon weekend than I have in the last twenty years. The aforementioned (previous post) back spasms were actually mitigated by alcohol, but I did manage to limit myself to just two or three drinks a night over several hours--and also managed to avoid a visit from the Oh God of Hangovers, which made me happy. Also, I had a Seabreeze for "research" purposes, and now I know why Lorne likes them so much. They are teh yum.

I think I found a kindred spirit in aadler_. Those of us on the conservative end of the political spectrum often feel marginalized among our fellow writers, who tend to be a rather liberal lot; and Alix and I bonded over the fact that we both literally found ourselves biting our tongues in order to not cause wank. I really would have loved to talk with him more--but I probably monopolized him enough.

shaddyr kept the hospitality suite jumping. The panels were kept on time and organized very well, and I learned quite a bit, although I would have liked to have been able to clone myself a few times. Choosing between the "pro" tracks vs the "craft" tracks was difficult; however, since I'm not sure I'm ready to go pro just yet ("Illegal Beagles" being a notable exception), I did the craft track. I especially took a LOT of notes during the "Why we love the bad boys" panel on effective villains. Now I know what I need for my original novel to give it that extra punch.

kurakami is adorable and fun and has a GREAT smile. *waves* Now I must read some of your writing... And, really. I would have loved to see you in a kilt.

( In which I am gobsmacked )

The Atlanta Zoo is quite nice, and I got some great pix that I will be uploading, um, sometime. PANDAS!

And I actually came back with about $200 left over. *flails* Decisions, decisions. "Farscape" DVDs, a Oaxacan carving, those little clay animal thingies I like for the front room and can't find online ANYWHERE... Hubby and I are going to Park City when he's done working for the week to look for more decorative stuff. Also, my local comic store got a Spike TPB, Spike vs Dracula #4, and the Angel Spotlight: Doyle comic in. If the Spike TPB has the comic I missed in it ("Old Times"), I may just buy that and pass the other ones I already have on to other people. However, I just looked on eBay, and someone's got "Old Times" up right now with a 99-cent starting bid; it ends in 7 hours. *puts on watch list*

Well. I've got tons of stuff to do, books due at the library, yadda yadda yadda. Suffice to say that I had a great time and can't wait to do it again.

*dies and is ded some more*

OMG, WriterCon! I met so many fantastic people! The panels were teh awesome! The Muse has been sparked, although what came out on the plane home is not happy fic at all and will probably have people screaming for my head on a platter. Which, you know, I'm okay with, because that means I did what I set out to do. *evil laughter*

I did a fifteen-minute ficlet during the "Writing Ensemble" panel that I will post as soon as I transcribe it. The challenge was to write Cordy, Xander, Willow, Buffy, Oz, and Giles into a fic involving an argument over a cursed football. I haven't done a word count on it or anything, but it's short, because...fifteen minutes.

I drank more booze over WriterCon weekend than I have in the last twenty years. The aforementioned (previous post) back spasms were actually mitigated by alcohol, but I did manage to limit myself to just two or three drinks a night over several hours--and also managed to avoid a visit from the Oh God of Hangovers, which made me happy. Also, I had a Seabreeze for "research" purposes, and now I know why Lorne likes them so much. They are teh yum.

I think I found a kindred spirit in aadler_. Those of us on the conservative end of the political spectrum often feel marginalized among our fellow writers, who tend to be a rather liberal lot; and Alix and I bonded over the fact that we both literally found ourselves biting our tongues in order to not cause wank. I really would have loved to talk with him more--but I probably monopolized him enough.

shaddyr kept the hospitality suite jumping. The panels were kept on time and organized very well, and I learned quite a bit, although I would have liked to have been able to clone myself a few times. Choosing between the "pro" tracks vs the "craft" tracks was difficult; however, since I'm not sure I'm ready to go pro just yet ("Illegal Beagles" being a notable exception), I did the craft track. I especially took a LOT of notes during the "Why we love the bad boys" panel on effective villains. Now I know what I need for my original novel to give it that extra punch.

kurakami is adorable and fun and has a GREAT smile. *waves* Now I must read some of your writing... And, really. I would have loved to see you in a kilt.

( In which I am gobsmacked )

The Atlanta Zoo is quite nice, and I got some great pix that I will be uploading, um, sometime. PANDAS!

And I actually came back with about $200 left over. *flails* Decisions, decisions. "Farscape" DVDs, a Oaxacan carving, those little clay animal thingies I like for the front room and can't find online ANYWHERE... Hubby and I are going to Park City when he's done working for the week to look for more decorative stuff. Also, my local comic store got a Spike TPB, Spike vs Dracula #4, and the Angel Spotlight: Doyle comic in. If the Spike TPB has the comic I missed in it ("Old Times"), I may just buy that and pass the other ones I already have on to other people. However, I just looked on eBay, and someone's got "Old Times" up right now with a 99-cent starting bid; it ends in 7 hours. *puts on watch list*

Well. I've got tons of stuff to do, books due at the library, yadda yadda yadda. Suffice to say that I had a great time and can't wait to do it again.

Double drabble written in the Ensemble Panel at writercon

I'm not cutting it, because, dude. It's just 200 words.

Title: The Curse of the Autographed Football
Author: babies stole my dingo (agilebrit)
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Rating: G
Length: Double drabble (200 words)
Disclaimer: Joss is the genius behind these characters; I am but a lowly follower. I make no money from any of this, so please don't sue me.
Feedback: Concrit adored! If you see something that can be improved upon, please let me know, even if it's only a typo.
Written for: The Ensemble challenge at writercon. The challenge was to have an argument over a cursed football between Willow, Cordy, Giles, Xander, Buffy, and Oz. In fifteen minutes. I've added a few phrases to make it exactly 200 words, and taken out some repeated words, but it's pretty much unchanged from the original.

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"Weird," Oz commented.

"Can't we just...I don't know...throw it away?" Willow gazed at the object worriedly.

They stood gathered around a football, but at a respectable distance from it. It spun on its axis, chomping fangs at them.

"I'm not touching it." Cordy made a face. "Because, ew. Not to mention 'ow.'"

"Just throwing it away would be imprudent," Giles said, cleaning his glasses. "A child might find it."

"How do I slay a football?" Buffy glared at it.

Xander poked at the non-toothy end with his toe. The football spun, snapping, and he withdrew hurriedly. "I think this might be more of a guy thing. Maybe a play we can run to de-curse it?"

Buffy acted as though Xander hadn't spoken. "Bound to be something I can drop on it to flatten it. Anvil, maybe? Crossbow? Nail it to the ground?"

"We can't destroy it!" Xander protested. "Joe Namath signed it!"

"Joe who?" Cordy crossed her arms defensively when Xander glowered at her. "What?"

Oz reached into his back pocket and pulled out a yellow bandana, throwing it on the grass in front of the ball. Whimpering, it recoiled, and they all stared at him. "Penalty flag," he explained.

the end

Double drabble written in the Ensemble Panel at writercon

I'm not cutting it, because, dude. It's just 200 words.

Title: The Curse of the Autographed Football
Author: babies stole my dingo (agilebrit)
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Rating: G
Length: Double drabble (200 words)
Disclaimer: Joss is the genius behind these characters; I am but a lowly follower. I make no money from any of this, so please don't sue me.
Feedback: Concrit adored! If you see something that can be improved upon, please let me know, even if it's only a typo.
Written for: The Ensemble challenge at writercon. The challenge was to have an argument over a cursed football between Willow, Cordy, Giles, Xander, Buffy, and Oz. In fifteen minutes. I've added a few phrases to make it exactly 200 words, and taken out some repeated words, but it's pretty much unchanged from the original.

---

"Weird," Oz commented.

"Can't we just...I don't know...throw it away?" Willow gazed at the object worriedly.

They stood gathered around a football, but at a respectable distance from it. It spun on its axis, chomping fangs at them.

"I'm not touching it." Cordy made a face. "Because, ew. Not to mention 'ow.'"

"Just throwing it away would be imprudent," Giles said, cleaning his glasses. "A child might find it."

"How do I slay a football?" Buffy glared at it.

Xander poked at the non-toothy end with his toe. The football spun, snapping, and he withdrew hurriedly. "I think this might be more of a guy thing. Maybe a play we can run to de-curse it?"

Buffy acted as though Xander hadn't spoken. "Bound to be something I can drop on it to flatten it. Anvil, maybe? Crossbow? Nail it to the ground?"

"We can't destroy it!" Xander protested. "Joe Namath signed it!"

"Joe who?" Cordy crossed her arms defensively when Xander glowered at her. "What?"

Oz reached into his back pocket and pulled out a yellow bandana, throwing it on the grass in front of the ball. Whimpering, it recoiled, and they all stared at him. "Penalty flag," he explained.

the end

Fun with emoticons...

So. I'm writing this thing, right? As I do.

And I tell a couple of people that it's skating at the edge of NC-17. And they're all and and

And then I say, No, not that way.

And they're all "What do you mean?"

And I say, Dude. Reavers.

And they're all "OMG NOOOOO...."

And I'm, like, again.

If I do it right, then people are going to feel like

And if I do it wrong, I'm going to feel like

I hope I do it right.

Fun with emoticons...

So. I'm writing this thing, right? As I do.

And I tell a couple of people that it's skating at the edge of NC-17. And they're all and and

And then I say, No, not that way.

And they're all "What do you mean?"

And I say, Dude. Reavers.

And they're all "OMG NOOOOO...."

And I'm, like, again.

If I do it right, then people are going to feel like

And if I do it wrong, I'm going to feel like

I hope I do it right.