Is it okay....

[Aurora Black]

And Lo, another connection is made.

Meaning that you both like Heinlein, and through that common ground has been found. Jesus, I should have kept it to myself...

*tiptoes away*

 

[Tom Collins]

Meaning that you both like Heinlein, and through that common ground has been found. Jesus, I should have kept it to myself...

*tiptoes away*

*wicked grin* I'll admit that I think Cant is an attractive fellow, and I've always thought he was intellegent. I do like that we have something in common, but that don't mean I'm gonna suddenly *POUNCE...engages in rapish type activities* just because we both like a certain writer. Hell, we've never even flirted before.

 

[Aurora Black]

*wicked grin* I'll admit that I think Cant is an attractive fellow, and I've always thought he was intellegent. I do like that we have something in common, but that don't mean I'm gonna suddenly *POUNCE...engages in rapish type activities* just because we both like a certain writer. Hell, we've never even flirted before.

I didn't mean a love connection.

 

[Tom Collins]

I didn't mean a love connection.

Hey! Leave me my fantasy...I was imagining us flirting.

 

[cantdog]

We weren't flirting?

I haven't the capacity lrft to really flirt, these days, I guess. And you're right, TC, Time Enough was flawed by Heinlein's inability to know when to shut up. Moon and Stranger are among the best in the genre, though. And it's a damn good genre!

 

[Tom Collins]

We weren't flirting?

I haven't the capacity lrft to really flirt, these days, I guess. And you're right, TC, Time Enough was flawed by Heinlein's inability to know when to shut up. Moon and Stranger are among the best in the genre, though. And it's a damn good genre!

*standing on the second riser of the stairs in a tight dress, one hand on my hip and the other on the banister, with a little bouncy motion so the goods jiggle nicely* <---flirting

His short stories are some of the few that I can read without getting pissed off. All the Lit writers know how hard it is to write a good short story, and I'm not talking about stroke. Anyone, nearly, can do that because it requires no character development and no plot really. The tricky part is when you're going to writie a story that's self contained, that makes complete sense without much, or any, back story, and get the reader to undertand everything that's going on and identify with the characters in a few thousand words. I think it must be particularly difficult when you're writing in SciFi/Fantasy/Horror. You don't have much time to get everything explained in and still develope the characters enough to make them engaging. There are few writiers now, or in the past, that can/could pull it off. They always leave unanswered questions. I've never felt short changed by a Heinlein short story.

 

[cantdog]

*Twisting the end of the moustache, lifting the brow and allowing the gaze to linger on the girl*

Shorts are a dance. You have laid out the pitfalls perfectly. Heinlein was good at them, but he was very attuned to the readers' prejudices, having many of them himself. He is far from alone in his proficiency, but I concede your every point.

*stepping in closer, offering a hand and turning to display my best side*

Have you ever read Ursula LeGuin?

 

[Tom Collins]

*Twisting the end of the moustache, lifting the brow and allowing the gaze to linger on the girl*

Shorts are a dance. You have laid out the pitfalls perfectly. Heinlein was good at them, but he was very attuned to the readers' prejudices, having many of them himself. He is far from alone in his proficiency, but I concede your every point.

*stepping in closer, offering a hand and turning to display my best side*

Have you ever read Ursula LeGuin?

*takes the gentleman's hand with a warm smile and thinks to self "I doubt he has a 'bad side'."*

Oh, now I like that. A Rumba, a Chacha, a Foxtrot, a Waltz. What dance it will be depends on your frame of mind when you write it.

*leans in close as the music starts, one hand hand in yours, the other cupping your shoulder*

I did not mean to infer that I thought he was alone, simply in a minority. Short stories take a special kind of mind set to do them correctly. * breath as we begin moving with the beat* No, I've never read her work, though I do know of it. I'd been reading heavily for about a year when I first heard about her and was at the point that I really needed a break for reading. I've not gotten back to it yet because most of my spare time has been spent online.

 

[cantdog]

*guiding her onto the floor, to the front and center, to show her off*
You have my attention, completely, darling. I am sorry to find you haven't read Miss LeGuin. She would repay your time.
*letting the world fade, the better to be in her gaze*
May I suggest The Left Hand of Darkness? My daughter placed that one on her short list of books everyone ought to have read. I may even concur.
*breathing her exhaled air*
Daughters are very important, I think. But I believe mine has good judgement, in this case.
*thrilling to the sensation of my hand at the small of her back*
Heinlein is avuncular; he gives advice. But LeGuin engages the soul. You of all people would appreciate her.

 

[Tom Collins]

*guiding her onto the floor, to the front and center, to show her off*
You have my attention, completely, darling. I am sorry to find you haven't read Miss LeGuin. She would repay your time.
*letting the world fade, the better to be in her gaze*
May I suggest The Left Hand of Darkness? My daughter placed that one on her short list of books everyone ought to have read. I may even concur.
*breathing her exhaled air*
Daughters are very important, I think. But I believe mine has good judgement, in this case.
*thrilling to the sensation of my hand at the small of her back*
Heinlein is avuncular; he gives advice. But LeGuin engages the soul. You of all people would appreciate her.

Hmmm...I'll have to see if I can find it. First, of course, I'd have to find a way to rip myself away from all the handsome gents I keep encountering on Lit.

*concentrating on talking and not trying to lead the dance (I'm bad about that )*

Seems a couple other people wrote books by that title, though I could be wrong. Jeffery Deaver (also wrote The Bone Collecter) and Barbara Hambly. I'm pulling that from memory, so wouldn't be surprised if I was misremembering.

*laying my head on your firm shoulder and trying not to yawn*

It's not you, Cant, I swear. It's nearly 3am here in Arizona and I've been drinking for a while now. *chuckles* The dance and conversation have been wonderful, but I truely can't keep my eyes open any longer. How about next time I wear a loose shirt and we can do some Jitterbugging...or perchance a lovely, flowing Waltz? *gives you a tender kiss of newly minted friendship*

 

[cantdog]

I can be reasonable. It's every bit as late here. I expected to be talking to Brits and Aussies and the cool people from New Zealand. The sleep schedule is completely worked around backward, and I am not likely to sleep until 6 in the morning.

Lovely to meet you.