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DW13
09-05-2008, 06:58 PM
Not to get anyone too excited or anything but...
Helen, Peggy and I have been watching season 5 of Buffy The Vampire Slayer one night a week for the last few weeks, and we've been plotting. The outline is nowhere near complete, but what we've got already... hooo boy. It's going to be an interesting ride.
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
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Oh, we will, have no fear.
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
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Does this mean step 13 is next in line after 5?
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If it's being written, I see no reason not to release it.
-- Bob
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Ah, the Haruhi Suzumiya method of releasing episodes, er, stories.
(Although I thought you were also writing 6 and 10...)
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Rob, I'm writing all of them to one degree or another, as inspiration and opportunity strike me. Some are just closer to release than others. Up until six weeks ago, DW13 was just a file of notes. Now it's an outline, with some really radical divergences from the season 5 plot, plot twists and all. And as soon as Helen approves the outline for chapter 1, it's going to be going into live production. That's the benefit of collaborating on a project -- the other person can be working on it when your attention is grabbed by a different idea.
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.
