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beta luuuuurve
Yesterday was beta appreciation day. An entire cheesewheel of gratitude to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
a2zmom, germaine_pet, alleynyc for either beta'ing or offering suggestions for my fic. You keep that cheesewheel cranked!
Soa2zmom walked into a bar.
Ouch.
She expertly navigated her way past the alocholics, bad beers, and a disturbing number of football players named Angel and cheerleaders named Buffy (and poets who were secretly rockstars named William but called Spike because of their impressive members). Then she and I happened to meet, and she said, “Howdy doody. I’ll have what she’s having.”
Meg Ryan got up and stalked out.
Sincea2zmom obviously knew a fair amount about drinks, (and not just the orgasm inducing kind), I asked her some questions. Then I used a dumb pick up line to try to get her to come home with me. She said okay, and then told me to quit the bar metaphor, because it’s starting to be kind of twisted.
Thenalleynyc ducked her head into the room and said, “Also, the bar isn’t even laid out that way. Let me do some research for you.”
Thengermaine_pet pointed out that the opening was cliché—everyone’s heard the walk into a bar line. Also, the entire middle section was unnecessary. Also, a2zmom would not say “Howdy doody.”
Thena2zmom said, “If you rewrite the story and send it back to me, I’ll send it back to you with about 17 ways it could be better. Then you can rewrite it two more times and we'll see.”
And I thanked the lord for betas, and people who actively work to make fic better than this.
THE END
P.S. cold dead seed!
a2zmom, germaine_pet, alleynyc for either beta'ing or offering suggestions for my fic. You keep that cheesewheel cranked!So
a2zmom walked into a bar.Ouch.
She expertly navigated her way past the alocholics, bad beers, and a disturbing number of football players named Angel and cheerleaders named Buffy (and poets who were secretly rockstars named William but called Spike because of their impressive members). Then she and I happened to meet, and she said, “Howdy doody. I’ll have what she’s having.”
Meg Ryan got up and stalked out.
Since
a2zmom obviously knew a fair amount about drinks, (and not just the orgasm inducing kind), I asked her some questions. Then I used a dumb pick up line to try to get her to come home with me. She said okay, and then told me to quit the bar metaphor, because it’s starting to be kind of twisted.Then
alleynyc ducked her head into the room and said, “Also, the bar isn’t even laid out that way. Let me do some research for you.”Then
germaine_pet pointed out that the opening was cliché—everyone’s heard the walk into a bar line. Also, the entire middle section was unnecessary. Also, a2zmom would not say “Howdy doody.”Then
a2zmom said, “If you rewrite the story and send it back to me, I’ll send it back to you with about 17 ways it could be better. Then you can rewrite it two more times and we'll see.”And I thanked the lord for betas, and people who actively work to make fic better than this.
THE END
P.S. cold dead seed!
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*wipes single perfect tear from eye*