delphipsmith: (classic quill)
Short on prompts for that next fest? Desperate for an idea for your next original fic? Try PLOTTO: THE MASTER BOOK OF PLOTS!

The author, William Wallace Cook (1867-1933), knows whereof he speaks: he wrote more than a hundred novels under at least two names for pulp publisher Street & Smith, with titles like At daggers drawn, or, A pearl beyond price and Fools for luck, or, Caught in a strange trap.

I can't wait to track down a copy of this :)
delphipsmith: (busy busy busy)
I'm supposed to be packing today, because the movers are coming on Thursday and the house is sooooo not ready for them. We have loads of random crap everywhere that has to be dealt with: plastic bags of candle stubs, odd gloves, cracked pots, old shoes, clothes we no longer wear, ancient jars of herbs in the back of the cabinet, mysterious keys that unlock who-knows-what, dessicated magic markers, old cans of paint, and oh, the swarming hordes of dust bunnies...

Le sigh.

I'm also supposed to be writing an article for the next issue of Carpe Nocturne, which is due on Friday, but I can't seem to come up with the hook to make it all fall into place.

Instead of doing ANY of that, I went and signed up for this, because the mods put out a plea for a few more folks to ease their matching, and because [livejournal.com profile] nursedarry taunted me into it:


[livejournal.com profile] happy_trekmas is open for signups until October 4th!
delphipsmith: (wibble)
134. Dingos ate my baby.
135. I was abducted by aliens and when they edited my brain to remove all memory of the event they overshot and got my memory of my LJ account.
136. I've been suffering from a bad case of spontaneous phalangeal detachment.*
137. I drank too much. Every day. For the last three weeks.
138. I unexpectedly gave birth to octuplets and have been preoccupied with whether it would be inappropriate to name them Buffy, Willow, Xander, Giles, Tara, Faith, Darla and Spike.
139. The animals in the house erupted in rebellion, and we've only just re-established control of the laptops and can opener.
140. I'm a terrible human being (but still lovable and cute, natch).


*My fingers fell off.
delphipsmith: (shiny)
0 hours, 0 words (hiss boo)
(...49 days...)
delphipsmith: (wibble)
Argh. Flopped on Week 2 of SSIAW. Hope the week 3 words do something for me...
delphipsmith: (BuffyVlad)
[Error: unknown template qotd]Le Comte St. Germain, from Chelsea Quinn Yarbro's series. Rich, sexy, an attentive lover, and immortal: how much better could it get? Either that or the original Vlad; as this book makes clear, he was terribly misunderstood.

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