greetings from the left coast

oooh .we'l lsee .i shouldn't have said thet at al lactually. i mean hello, this is how i probabl yfelt the firsttime i started an hp fanfic. liek 'oh my god my favourite boosk and i pull on the canvas and wantto add more colors?" oh well one day when i getthe right two cables together somethign will spark. no no no no no sequels jsut yet. unless i remember rightly that you said the novel itsefl wasn't finished. it felt finished to me. and what do you mean you ahve to be one to write about it? i remember somethign about jean auel tryign to fake prehhistoric life adn that's as far as one can get when one wants to write abut that? i physically don't know what it's liek to see people or watch birds and I describe things from my head with a whole lot of guesswork and apparently it comes out fine. fine as in 'huh? arey ou blind? i never noticed' that kidn of fine. i shoudl find out if i mention a lot of colors though or gestures or facial expressions. maybe i'm payign more attention to tone of voice or to what someone says. well you've been among native americans often enough to paint the picture. adn we'll have no clue if it soudns genuien enoug hor if it will offend someone who'd think it's too overdoen or stereotypical. to my naive ears it sounded fine. but i know nothing about this stuff and liek i said if i were an agent i'd be too enthusiastic to pay proper attention to the thigns that work and don't work and if someone wants me to edit their stuff they'll probably get it back with jsut exclamation marks adn cheers. remember the fic o yorus i read throug hwithout pointing anything out? all i did was sit up till 3 am to read that in one go and then thought 'oh shit. i was supposed to beta this...' heh. probably a sort of countereffect to al lthe time in e-groups where we analyzed hp adn related literar ystuff till it fell apart. ruined my enthusiasm for literary studiesthat did.