Wow! Do I have to choose just one?
Okay--For the sake of this one I'll take Leo. I first remember him in What's Eating Gilbert Grape. Awesome performance of a very young actor. I can't really recall not liking a performance of his. Loved him in The Departed. And he was the ultimate criminal in Catch Me if You Can.
I can't believe you didn't include Al Pacino in that list! Serpico, Heat, The Godfather, but my fave with him isn't a crime. Scent of a Woman is in my top ten movies of all time.
Excellent way to put it, becket.
My one worry is the 5 year thing. Not sure I'd like to give up my rights that long. Also, is this 5-year thing only for e-books? How does that affect print books?
LOL! Have fun. It would be a challenge.
Yes! That's because I taught him well!!!!!! 
Yep. I'm taking all the credit.
So sorry for your loss. Big hugs and all positive thoughts to you.
I kind of laughed when my son posted this b/c technically, it's not alliteration. It's assonance. Alliteration by definition is the repetition of beginning consonant sounds. A is a vowel--thus assonance.
Always alliterate any and all available adjectives, adverbs, adjuncts, and articles, as aggregated alliterations always attracts an audience; an amazing advantage above alternative assonance, anaphora, acrostics, and allegories, all authors agree. Any actual alliteration application aids an amateur author at accumulating accolades accordingly, and adds an additional analytical atmosphere. Although alliteration achieves above any alternatives, any amazing arrangement applied accurately advances, and an author accrues and accumulates achievements as amateur-ship atomizes.
Dagnee, you are sooooooooooo right!
I wish they had a like button, JP
I think I saw this question asked before, but I can't seem to find the answer. How long from the time you hit publish does it take for the chapter to show up on the new posting list?
I am adding my 2 cents here b/c I can't find Tom's post about not getting any points for a 50+ word regular review. It's happened a couple of times now to me too.
lending truth to lies and myths on the subject.<<Hmmm. Wonder if that what Stephen King meant.
Glad to see I'm not the only one.
Now, Amy, that sounds like me.
http://www.theguardian.com/books/2012/m … ed-germany
500 new fairy tales discovered.
let's see
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"Writers write what they know." I've always heard that. Stephen Kings says, "Fiction is the truth inside the lie."
For the sake of discussion, how much "truth" do you put into your fictional writing? How much of yourself is part of your characters?
For example: I had a student say the words that follow to me. AND I had books thrown at me in the classroom, though I was never actually hit. I took a small real-life incident and let my imagination run to create Lucky Thirteen. http://amzn.to/1ld8grm
Dupree burst out laughing. “You a scrawny little white woman. You come in here tryin’ to change somethin’ you don’t know nothin’ about. You know what these slits in my eyebrow mean?” He pointed to two shaved spaces in his eyebrow. “Maybe you should be afraid of me.”
Larkin did know much of the gang liturgy and symbolism. She had learned quickly during her first year in the classroom. She had also learned not to show fear to these kids, so, although shivering inside, she calmly replied, “Mr. Parks, it appears you do not know who has the power in this room. Perhaps, you should leave us.” She moved toward the intercom.
Dupree jumped up from his desk and shouted, “Try it, bitch!”
Larkin raised an eyebrow and pushed the button. At the same moment, the literature book from beneath Dupree’s desk hit her in the face.
"Writers write what they know." I've always heard that. Stephen Kings says, "Fiction is the truth inside the lie."
For the sake of discussion, how much "truth" do you put into your fictional writing? How much of yourself is part of your characters?
For example: I had a student say the words that follow to me. AND I had books thrown at me in the classroom, though I was never actually hit. I took a small real-life incident and let my imagination run to create Lucky Thirteen. http://amzn.to/1ld8grm
Dupree burst out laughing. “You a scrawny little white woman. You come in here tryin’ to change somethin’ you don’t know nothin’ about. You know what these slits in my eyebrow mean?” He pointed to two shaved spaces in his eyebrow. “Maybe you should be afraid of me.”
Larkin did know much of the gang liturgy and symbolism. She had learned quickly during her first year in the classroom. She had also learned not to show fear to these kids, so, although shivering inside, she calmly replied, “Mr. Parks, it appears you do not know who has the power in this room. Perhaps, you should leave us.” She moved toward the intercom.
Dupree jumped up from his desk and shouted, “Try it, bitch!”
Larkin raised an eyebrow and pushed the button. At the same moment, the literature book from beneath Dupree’s desk hit her in the face.
"Writers write what they know." I've always heard that. Stephen Kings says, "Fiction is the truth inside the lie."
For the sake of discussion, how much "truth" do you put into your fictional writing? How much of yourself is part of your characters?
For example: I had a student say the words that follow to me. AND I had books thrown at me in the classroom, though I was never actually hit. I took a small real-life incident and let my imagination run to create Lucky Thirteen. http://amzn.to/1ld8grm
Dupree burst out laughing. “You a scrawny little white woman. You come in here tryin’ to change somethin’ you don’t know nothin’ about. You know what these slits in my eyebrow mean?” He pointed to two shaved spaces in his eyebrow. “Maybe you should be afraid of me.”
Larkin did know much of the gang liturgy and symbolism. She had learned quickly during her first year in the classroom. She had also learned not to show fear to these kids, so, although shivering inside, she calmly replied, “Mr. Parks, it appears you do not know who has the power in this room. Perhaps, you should leave us.” She moved toward the intercom.
Dupree jumped up from his desk and shouted, “Try it, bitch!”
Larkin raised an eyebrow and pushed the button. At the same moment, the literature book from beneath Dupree’s desk hit her in the face.
It's downright annoying that you have to wait a full minute to post between comments. I might not take me a full minute to read & write a sentence or two. Yes, I'm just complaining.
"Writers write what they know." I've always heard that. Stephen Kings says, "Fiction is the truth inside the lie."
For the sake of discussion, how much "truth" do you put into your fictional writing? How much of yourself is part of your characters?
For example: I had a student say the words that follow to me. AND I had books thrown at me in the classroom, though I was never actually hit. I took a small real-life incident and let my imagination run to create Lucky Thirteen. http://amzn.to/1ld8grm
Dupree burst out laughing. “You a scrawny little white woman. You come in here tryin’ to change somethin’ you don’t know nothin’ about. You know what these slits in my eyebrow mean?” He pointed to two shaved spaces in his eyebrow. “Maybe you should be afraid of me.”
Larkin did know much of the gang liturgy and symbolism. She had learned quickly during her first year in the classroom. She had also learned not to show fear to these kids, so, although shivering inside, she calmly replied, “Mr. Parks, it appears you do not know who has the power in this room. Perhaps, you should leave us.” She moved toward the intercom.
Dupree jumped up from his desk and shouted, “Try it, bitch!”
Larkin raised an eyebrow and pushed the button. At the same moment, the literature book from beneath Dupree’s desk hit her in the face.
"Writers write what they know." I've always heard that. Stephen Kings says, "Fiction is the truth inside the lie."
For the sake of discussion, how much "truth" do you put into your fictional writing? How much of yourself is part of your characters?
For example: I had a student say the words that follow to me. AND I had books thrown at me in the classroom, though I was never actually hit. I took a small real-life incident and let my imagination run to create Lucky Thirteen. http://amzn.to/1ld8grm
Dupree burst out laughing. “You a scrawny little white woman. You come in here tryin’ to change somethin’ you don’t know nothin’ about. You know what these slits in my eyebrow mean?” He pointed to two shaved spaces in his eyebrow. “Maybe you should be afraid of me.”
Larkin did know much of the gang liturgy and symbolism. She had learned quickly during her first year in the classroom. She had also learned not to show fear to these kids, so, although shivering inside, she calmly replied, “Mr. Parks, it appears you do not know who has the power in this room. Perhaps, you should leave us.” She moved toward the intercom.
Dupree jumped up from his desk and shouted, “Try it, bitch!”
Larkin raised an eyebrow and pushed the button. At the same moment, the literature book from beneath Dupree’s desk hit her in the face.
"Writers write what they know." I've always heard that. Stephen Kings says, "Fiction is the truth inside the lie."
For the sake of discussion, how much "truth" do you put into your fictional writing? How much of yourself is part of your characters?
For example: I had a student say the words that follow to me. AND I had books thrown at me in the classroom, though I was never actually hit. I took a small real-life incident and let my imagination run to create Lucky Thirteen. http://amzn.to/1ld8grm
Dupree burst out laughing. “You a scrawny little white woman. You come in here tryin’ to change somethin’ you don’t know nothin’ about. You know what these slits in my eyebrow mean?” He pointed to two shaved spaces in his eyebrow. “Maybe you should be afraid of me.”
Larkin did know much of the gang liturgy and symbolism. She had learned quickly during her first year in the classroom. She had also learned not to show fear to these kids, so, although shivering inside, she calmly replied, “Mr. Parks, it appears you do not know who has the power in this room. Perhaps, you should leave us.” She moved toward the intercom.
Dupree jumped up from his desk and shouted, “Try it, bitch!”
Larkin raised an eyebrow and pushed the button. At the same moment, the literature book from beneath Dupree’s desk hit her in the face.
