Bondwriter

As a principle, I don't go to circuses featuring animals. But I have a serial running with an artist who works in a circus. The person below me is NOT plagued with spam from such dine characters as Devin McCRay (who nicely wrote a message called her exhaustive) or Milton Maxwell (Fwd: important).

What about differences in culture? I love snails, but they're not considered gross here. And I love a good plate of marrow bones. And blood sausage is a treat. If this may be deemed stereotypically gross. The person below me saw an exciting live event over the last seven days.

Well, this is not just to satisfy someone's craving for making the top 10. I'm still behind and if you keep releasing chapters all the time, how can we catch up? Got to chapter 5, I still like it.

Nice information, Dusk. And I love when people manage to have a narrative to explain things. There's a great piece on Nifty about dialogues that manages this quite masterfully. Talking of masterful, you deal with a genre that sure helps to clearly explain rules!

Obviously, no. The person below me should be doing serious, money-earning work instead of indulging into games.

Pun intended? Or late night bloop?

I do. A tale of woodlands, bacon soup and love. Meant to please conservative readers of romance. The person below me should have gone to bed a long time ago.

Translation: I too want to become part of your great narrative, CJames, with chapters such nicely spaced in time. You rock, wonderful goat.

Sorry but with teacher, and Occult, I couldn't help but think of a modern witch.

Just hope there will be cameos for the zeta-readers as well... A hint for the author: For the Love Chapter 49 (...) Steve and I closed the gates of the large warehouse in which Thaddeus had lured us. Little did the evil fundamentalist know who had been helping us since chapter 15. And who once again had gotten us out from his claws. As we approached the table on which the preacher was spreadeagled, BW, this mysterious and sexy adventurer addressed the ex man of the cloth in his husky voice, to which a hint of an accent added to the man's appeal: "So, Thaddeus, you thought you could ruin these fine young men's lives with your evil ploys? You got them shot at, you had their car bombed, you almost got them burned at the stake, not even mentioning the fact you've got their pics all over the Internet, you dastardly rascal!" The good-looking Frenchman approached Thaddeus' helpless writhing form, eliciting a scared grunt from the wretch. "And you're no Houdini, are you?" He turned to Steve. "My man, a clove hitch this poorly knotted would get any cub scout to blush!" Steve was a bit pissed, but he had got the knot-tying out of the way quickly for he had not been able to kiss me since chapter 18. "Yeah, sure, BW, but he can't move, can he?" BW smiled at us. "OK guys, get out of the way before Steve's dad comes and asks you to go rescue Veronica from some newly-found peril... I'll take it from here." I couldn't help but feel special as I felt Steve's hand on my shoulder. We had a long night ahead...

Know your foe A change in point of view Dr Moss entered the room. Well, this time, at least all students were there. Not like the first time she had come, taking over this class after the untimely demise of Dr Heim. Dr Heim's lax policies made him uncannily popular among the student's body. But Dr Moss would have none of this. What she wanted was not only her students to pass the exam, but also to be better readers in the occult field. Of course she could easily have cast a spell over the whole class, but this would have been much too easy. Her father had taught her the value of effort, and she would pass it on to these kids. She chuckled inwardly thinking of being in the Dean's office, claiming she could use magic to get her students to know all of the reading list's content, AND being able to use it cleverly. But she did not let her inner emotions show. She patted her hair bun and went in lecture mode. Not for long. It was 9:31AM, and this young man walked in. She looked at him with her piercing eyes. Her powers allowed her to see he was about to make some excuse (laaaame! she thought) about some personal problem that had to be taken care of. Obviously he had not had breakfast. She chanted a few lines inside her mind. "By the time this class ends, you'll be so hungry you'll make plans to wake up earlier and manage otherwise next time!" At least, there were a few satisfactions in this otherwise dull job...

I can't believe I got done in time! I suffer from the syndrome Luc talks about in his blog, (the assignment problem), but thanks to the two great guys who edited my story, I was motivated enough to turn it in early...

Nope. The weather has gone back to super mild. The person below me is longing for Spring.

That was really helpful, thank you! Though this character is suspected of being the evil mastermind by some, he keeps a nice level of morality to this fiction, preventing excesses or overly graphic descriptions. Not like OTHER SHERIFFS of ill repute around these parts...

No, and anyway with such complexity I'd say: "uh?" The person below me is going to make himself a nice pot of coffee.

Well, not exactly... It's 5:07PM! I'll take the blinking thing as a yes. So did I, I just wrote an epic song based on the propaganda video: On the day I was born the mountains rumbled Snow was falling and the country crumbled It was a sign I'd become the saviour For yes I am a natural born leader Throughout the land you hear the people's praise As I appear coming out from the haze I ride my horse it flies and it has wings I ain't telling lies you should believe such things I'm the hero, hero, hero of the people I'm the hero, hero, hero of the people I'm the hero, hero, hero of the people For centuries on end my name it will be praised I'm a master of earth, water, wind, and fire You can't but follow me as I'm climbing higher As one by one I slay our enemies As I defeat all of these foreigners' armies Above copyright, of course... Just seemed appropriate at the moment. The person below me has a busy day ahead!

Only saw a few episodes, but dubbed, which will kill 90% of comedies. My favorite Brit sitcom is Ab Fab. Thanks to DVDs, I got to see it with the actresses' real voices.

RENT, because I saw Phantom of the Opera a few weeks back (Joel Schumacher's movie), and I didn't like the music AT ALL! Tommy or Quadrophenia?

No, but I saw Starship Troopers (anybody saying this isn't one of the top ten movies of the 90s will be pursued by my eternal wrath...) My advice would be: 'Kill Them All' The person below me just got done with some written piece praising Kim Jong Il.

Thanks a lot. It was a lot of fun to write after the last two chapters. I hope I left it open enough so someone can take it from there and add his/ her 600/800 words so we know more about this mystery involving politics, Bavarian Savages, pricy chocolate, Homeland Security, exotic lovers and silk thongs. (I didn't manage to cram the silk thongs in the narrative myself, what a shame! )

I tend to disagree with you on this one. I just finished this Michael Connelly, The Narrows, and I got the opposite impression. A seasoned detective, a bunch of FBI profilers find clues that, to any average reader of such fiction, or even the average CSI watcher, scream to high heavens of what they mean, and here are the characters, all puzzled and clueless. So when Steve and Chris, who have been mulling this situation over and over for the last few weeks find more evidence, and learn more about the infamous Piedmont sheriff shenanigans (like having a minor at his house without telling the parents, what does that say about his morality?), the pieces fall into place. And as you point out, maybe they're being mislead (and so are we, poor readers in the hands of the ruthless CJames...) The deer false alarm is fun. I'm starting to regret not to have a paperback copy of the whole thing.

I'm not exactly up to date as how the ranking system works. I noticed that at some point, I turned to a darker shade of pink. And I now have "prolific" in front of member, though I did not add much in terms of writing input (a couple poems I didn't announce and two pages in NJ's round robin). But if indeed there is no official name yet for someone going over 3,000 posts, "quiet lurker" or "shy lurker", the understatement of the millenium of a poor soul who's in total denial could be a way to recognize the postholism and give hooved ones a little peace. Sowie sprach BW...

Cheers, mate! And yes, the quality factor is not easily recorded electronically, but it sure shows in your posts. And I can't help noticing CJames joy at having "heavy posting" buddies; definitely a sign of addiction...

The fact there was mystery and action was what got me interested in the story. The whole teenage romance genre (I didn't see it as teen angst, but yeah...) is fun to read too, and I actually got into reading romance for the first time in my life. And like it. But fiction in which the characters' sexual orientation is an aside more than the focus of the story is great, and what I'm after. I haven't read much from the hosted/ shared authors (shame on me), but I hope to have some nice surprises over the next few months. I'm a reader of lots of different genres, but I now know what I can actually write, and there is a little niche and demand for the type of fiction I do, and it allows me to explore various genres too.