And in today's news -- heart attack

[rthstewart]

I came back to our rental property from an afternoon at the beach and found my mother in law trying to get into my laptop.  And my spousal unit, bless him, "Sorry, mom, but I don't know my wife's passwords."  Boundaries people.  Respect them. 

In other news, the Narnia Fic Exchange is going great guns!  Check it out!  Read!  Review!  snacky  and caramelsilver are doing an awesome job on it!

And what the heck, everyone else is, so... 
[Meme] If Alfred Hitchcock Made Cinderella
Seen in several places on the F-list:

If I made Cinderella, the audience would immediately be looking for a body in the coach.
— Alfred Hitchcock

What do you expect to find when I write a story?

Comments

[min023.livejournal.com]

WTF? That's just so, so... I don't know what it is, except you just don't help yourself to someone else's computer without an invitation. Just. Don't. AAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And as for expectations? Research. Challenging the stupid conventions and stereotypes, and going there. Witty, snappy dialogue. Wonderful, full chapters. Thought-provokingness (is that even a word?). OCs, oh yes please.

And PLEEEAAASE, write that Cinders AU ;-)

[rthstewart.livejournal.com]

Mathilde had not seen Ella or the Prince in ages. Her suspicious mind cataloged all the things they might be doing, and rejected the ones that her own, vapid sister would be doing should she be closeted with a handsome, charming, eligible Prince for an hour. So she sat, dejectedly, too plain for dancing, too dull for conversation, and thought about how much money could be saved if they had just cut the canapes into thirds instead of halves and how there really was something wrong with Mother's household budgets that just didn't add up.

Something dangling outside the balcony caught her eye. Looking about, no one else seemed to be paying it any mind at all. Curious, she ventured out, and nearly mowed down the Prince, who was hiding behind a potted palm tree and struggling to hold on two thick ropes. Mathilde looked up and saw two shadowy figures scaling the Palace walls one of whom was definitely wearing glass slippers.

"Oh, hello," the Prince said, pitching about as the ropes pulled and snaked. "Lovely party, isn't it?"

Mathilde turned about and quickly shut the balcony doors. "It's that last will and testament, isn't?"

[autumnia]

Hahaha. Love it, love it.

This is one of those times that I love being an Enabler.

[min023.livejournal.com]

*likes* (as in, really, really likes). Brilliant