Gun Shy

[wishfulthinking]

Do you ever get a bit gun shy posting a story?

It's been about 6 months since I've done a serious contribution (ie not a comp story for the trolls etc). I'm hating the fact that lit have changed it so you can't delete it after submitting and pre-posting!!

I've been writing for a while. Haven't crashed and burned overly much. But still I get anxious. I'm not the anxious type.

Anyone else?

 

[NoJo]

Do you ever get a bit gun shy posting a story?

It's been about 6 months since I've done a serious contribution (ie not a comp story for the trolls etc). I'm hating the fact that lit have changed it so you can't delete it after submitting and pre-posting!!

I've been writing for a while. Haven't crashed and burned overly much. But still I get anxious. I'm not the anxious type.

Anyone else?

I always have slight trepidation, until I remind myself that there are enough bad stories here that the worst that can happen is that it's quickly forgotten about.

 

[wishfulthinking]

Good point

What's with pale and sickly? You ok?

 

[NoJo]

Good point

What's with pale and sickly? You ok?

Yes, I'm fine, thanks. I'm neither pale or sickly, I'll change my logline.

 

[wishfulthinking]

What's with fucking fit? You ok?

 

[NoJo]

What's with fucking fit? You ok?

You're fucking with my head, and I like it.

 

[wishfulthinking]

I can tell. You're giving me that look.

 

[sincerely_helene]

The corners of his eyes do look white...

The sweater concerns me also...

 

[R. Richard]

Do you ever get a bit gun shy posting a story?

It's been about 6 months since I've done a serious contribution (ie not a comp story for the trolls etc). I'm hating the fact that lit have changed it so you can't delete it after submitting and pre-posting!!

I've been writing for a while. Haven't crashed and burned overly much. But still I get anxious. I'm not the anxious type.

Anyone else?

To coin a brand new expression here, "The only thing we have to fear is fear itself!"

 

[NoJo]

The corners of his eyes do look white...

The sweater concerns me also...

I take it you have nothing much to do today.

 

[Stella_Omega]

I take it you have nothing much to do today.

I love this av of yours, it always reminds me of Ian Drury.

 

[sincerely_helene]

I love this av of yours, it always reminds me of Ian Drury.

I love it too, though I'd never admit it in public.

Oops!

 

[NoJo]

I love it too, though I'd never admit it in public.

Oops!

And I think you're sex on a stick. And yes, I'm getting the same image as you.

 

[NoJo]

I love this av of yours, it always reminds me of Ian Drury.

So, I'm a dead cripple.

 

[yui]

Do you ever get a bit gun shy posting a story?

It's been about 6 months since I've done a serious contribution (ie not a comp story for the trolls etc). I'm hating the fact that lit have changed it so you can't delete it after submitting and pre-posting!!

I've been writing for a while. Haven't crashed and burned overly much. But still I get anxious. I'm not the anxious type.

Anyone else?

Me, too, wishful. I haven't posted a story here in 18 months+ and I find my courage not so much failing me, as my cowardice overwhelming me.

 

[Stella_Omega]

So, I'm a dead cripple.

you were mighty alive once.

I so heart Ian Drury, who began a song with this classy rhyme;

FUCKING BASTARDS, ROTTEN CUNTS AND PRICKS!!!
AEROSOL... THE BRICKS!!!

here's an Ian Drury story;

I was travelling back and forth throughout Europe, in '77, 78, and 79- into 82, actually. ian Drury was Touring at the same time I was there, I saw him in Munich, London, and Zurich.
In Zurich, there was a famous courtesan- classier than the regular whore, you understand- named... um... Sheba? Jezebel? Something biblically sluttish, anyway. Her main squeeze was a local kid, a bass player in an unknown punk band- but she would go off on business when she wanted to. He walked on her, eventually, not because he was jealous, but because he could never be sure she'd show up when she said she would, if business kept her over!

Anyway...

Among Jezebel's clientel were both Elvis Costello, and Ian Drury. And she would dump Elvis like a brick, if Ian was in town, limp and all. Caused a certain amount of tension between the two of them.

 

[Tom Collins]

I always have slight trepidation, until I remind myself that there are enough bad stories here that the worst that can happen is that it's quickly forgotten about.

"slight trepidation" the man says. I was shitting bricks until I saw mine had been accepted this morning.

 

[ABSTRUSE]

you were mighty alive once.

I so heart Ian Drury, who began a song with this classy rhyme;


here's an Ian Drury story;

I was travelling back and forth throughout Europe, in '77, 78, and 79- into 82, actually. ian Drury was Touring at the same time I was there, I saw him in Munich, London, and Zurich.
In Zurich, there was a famous courtesan- classier than the regular whore, you understand- named... um... Sheba? Jezebel? Something biblically sluttish, anyway. Her main squeeze was a local kid, a bass player in an unknown punk band- but she would go off on business when she wanted to. He walked on her, eventually, not because he was jealous, but because he could never be sure she'd show up when she said she would, if business kept her over!

Anyway...

Among Jezebel's clientel were both Elvis Costello, and Ian Drury. And she would dump Elvis like a brick, if Ian was in town, limp and all. Caused a certain amount of tension between the two of them.

Were you with Josie and the Pussycats?

 

[Stella_Omega]

Were you with Josie and the Pussycats?

No- I was a young and beautiful*coff coff* fashion model.... and yes, my gender was in diaspora the whole time, which made my job choice kind of... interesting...

The seed of my story "Her Woods" came from my time in Zurich.

"slight trepidation" the man says. I was shitting bricks until I saw mine had been accepted this morning.

My gawd, man, that's almost never the problem! it's just the interminable wait that kills you... and then the one-bombs by trolls protecting their territory

 

[ABSTRUSE]

No- I was a young and beautiful*coff coff* fashion model.... and yes, my gender was in diaspora the whole time, which made my job choice kind of... interesting...

The seed of my story "Her Woods" came from my time in Zurich.

Got any naked pictures?

 

[Stella_Omega]

Got any naked pictures?

My agent asked me to burn them...

 

[ABSTRUSE]

My agent asked me to burn them...

It never hurts to ask.

 

[Roxanne Appleby]

It's been about 6 months since I've done a serious contribution . . . still I get anxious.

Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it!

Post the story!

(One of the wise men posted in another thread the "Non Illegetimati Carborundus" or however that goes - "don't let the bastards get you down."

 

[TheEarl]

Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it!

Post the story!

(One of the wise men posted in another thread the "Non Illegetimati Carborundus" or however that goes - "don't let the bastards get you down."

Non illegitimus carborundum, if memory serves - "Don't let the bastards grind you down."

Quidquid latine dictum sit, altum videtur.

The Earl

PS. Submit it!

 

[Stella_Omega]

It never hurts to ask.

I said; "Who do you think you are, Burton's widow?"

naw, I wasn't that fast with a quip back then.
I do have a few nude or nearly pics- nothing outrageous though.