Jen! Sorry - you posted while I was still composing yesterday! I'm glad I could entertain you. Someone has to take up the slack for your former roommates.
Terry, I'm glad you laughed! That was *meant* to be funny. Sometimes it's hard to tell if anyone gets the little things I put in to amuse myself. I'm greatly heartened when someone else gets me.
Thanks to Sheila and Jackie - I will get back as soon as possible. Because I went and said "six" parts, I keep having to futz around with the chapter breaks (for maximum dramatic effect or a cliffhanger). This means that parts three and four have become longer, but I doubt anyone is really going to complain about that.
Lois is a chicken. She started something she could'nt handle then rans and hides. Next, I bet she'll pick a fight to cover up her misstep. Classic chicken behavior.
She might. But maybe Clark actually gives her something to be upset over.
Did anyone read Angela's Ashes by Frank McCourt?
I did. It depressed the hell out of me. I thought it was beautifully written, but man, it left me sad and miserable. So much so that, ten years later, when I finally visited Ireland, I had this foreboding feeling the entire time we were in Shannon. Which is horrible, because it's a very lovely place and the people could not have been nicer. Frank McCourt is a wonderful writer but when I read I want to be transported to a
happier existence than my sometimes hellish life. That's why I love fanfic. Bad things might happen, but (at least in my stories) it's all going to turn out okay in the end. Except maybe in this story.
for me, there is a huge difference between the words "sex" and "sexy".
There is. I've read nfic stories that were nothing more than a mechanical explanation of Tab A and Slot B. I've read PG stories that were so sensual that my heart raced and I was happily left to imagine what might have happened next (Caroline's fabulous
If I Were You being a prime example). Sometimes I'd rather leave it up to my imagination to know what happened next (but then, you all know what a dirty mind I have). Like I said earlier in this thread, sometimes it's more fun to come right up to the line and nudge it with your toes than to actually cross it. In general, I find sexual tension far more sexy than plain old sex.
LOL!!! Uh, Clark, her face is up... there... <snort>
Heh, thanks! It's one of my favorite flaws for Clark - he's a typical male when it comes to Lois.
love this beginning--steamy, witty, intriguing A-plot...all the elements that will keep me tuned in
Thanks, Joy! I'm glad you're along for the ride.
Thanks to everyone who's replied - I'm soooo motivated. I may just slack away the afternoon and write instead of work.
ETA: Ann posted while I was posting, so I'll just tack this on.
And a great writer can write a masterpiece about the preparations you have to make before going to Hawaii, and Sue is a great writer. So, Sue, if you actually bring us to Hawaii, and not just drive us to the airport (and what a memorable drive that is going to be!!!) then the time you are giving us in Hawaii will be a wonderful bonus.
I've lived in Nevada (pronounced with a FLAT A like "cat" and not like people from the East Coast or Hollywood pronounce it where the a's suddenly rhyme with "cod". You say it like that to a true Nevadan and it's like pronouncing the "S" in Illinois or making it "Ore-gone" instead of "Ore-gun", but I digress). Nevada is nowhere near Hawaii. I don't foresee them ending up there. :p
Here's my take on the build-up vs. action question. Years ago my husband and I spent nearly the entire summer apart because his job had taken him to the other side of the country. We talked to each other every few days. After about a month our conversations would inevitably end with us discussing just what exactly we were going to do when he got home.
As the summer went on our chatter got steamier and steamier. I still blush when I think about some of the things he (or I) said. It became this fun kind of contest, to see who could out-do the other on fantastical ideas (some of them so NOT possible), but anyway... When he finally did come home, it was fun and we had a great time, but it wasn't nearly as fun as just talking about it had been (for me, anyway).
Sometimes the daydream is more fun. But not always.
