Oh...my.
You know, every once in a while, you read a story that makes you want to, oh, I don't know, find out who the person is, get their address, go to their home, duct tape them to the floor and beat the soles of their feet until they swear in letters written in their own blood never to write again. And no, no, it's not someone *any* person on my flist knows, I promise you.
And don't ask me where I read the story. You know I won't tell. *ppbbbllt*
And don't ask me where I read the story. You know I won't tell. *ppbbbllt*
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Have you seen what I made you for your story?
ETA: I see you did. :-D
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btw, i did write the little sticky andrew story. it was fun. maybe i should write sticky warren too. mmmm, a project for the evening! (these i'd never put in public-public for fear of the duct tape treatment. *g*)
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dreamy
it's not much, but it was cheering to write. :)
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I'll hold 'em, while you beat them. That's if you need me to.
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Yes.
Mostly, a story so poorly written as to require beating means i can't even finish it.
I've wanted to flog a few writers for handing out uber-depressing 'everybody dies' kind of stuff, that's for sure......
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Sorry 'bout the rant, there. *sheepish grin*
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yeah, though I have to say, it's really rare (thank goodness) I come across someone who really fucking stinks on ice. Most annoying stories need a hand, someone to point stuff out, give them a little criticism--you know, the stuff that makes me sob into my pillow. Though for some strange reason, doesn't it seem the least skilled folks are the ones most resistant to help?
I've been unbelievably lucky here, there have been folks willing to stop me and point out boo-boos and do it in a way that doesn't hurt. *GRIN*
Me, I suck at concriting and grammaring, but I love cheerleading.
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*nods*
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POINTS: And no, no, it's not someone *any* person on my flist knows, I promise you.
I only talk bad about the incredibly obscure. Not that that's any nicer.