I've been going at this for some three months now. Expanded a lot of sentences, written some poetry both good and bad, pursued a story to see where it will lead me.
Now I open another project, one that I believe I will do every other month. So here's what YOU have to do:
1. Go back through the log of paragraphs I have done.
2.Choose one that you would REALLY like to read more from. (I suspect I'll get 3 or 4 different ones.)
In turn, I will attempt to expand them more. Good look choosing.
Monday, May 31, 2010
Memorial Day
Yep, it's Memorial Day. But I'm not going to wax poetic about people who died in wars. Nor will I do so about veterans. That's, nominally, what Veterans Day is for.
Don't let me ruin my life
Run myself down
Burn myself out
Stop me from doing the stupid things
That we both know
I'm going to do
Or, if you can't stop me,
Then at least don't leave me
High and dry when I have
To deal with the consequences
Yeah, I know. Kinda short today. But, then, when have I written a terribly long piece for this? I really do need to get some more form in my poems. I just need to find a book for ideas. Ha ha!
Only two people responded to my sentences this week. But I like the one KP chose. So I'm going to run with that one:
My heart was pounding as he pressed me back against the wall, locked my wrists above my head, and leaned in to kiss me. My breasts brushed against his chest with each breath I took. With his lips a mere centimeter from my own, I breathed, "What are you doing?" He just smiled at me. That one smile said it all, said that he was doing what we both wanted. What we'd wanted for quite some time. He nipped my lower lip before capturing me in a fierce kiss. And as he pulled away, I moaned softly. Then he nibbled gently on my neck and I gasped, my legs going weak. Oh how I wanted this, wanted him, but I knew he was going to make me beg for it.
Don't let me ruin my life
Run myself down
Burn myself out
Stop me from doing the stupid things
That we both know
I'm going to do
Or, if you can't stop me,
Then at least don't leave me
High and dry when I have
To deal with the consequences
Yeah, I know. Kinda short today. But, then, when have I written a terribly long piece for this? I really do need to get some more form in my poems. I just need to find a book for ideas. Ha ha!
Only two people responded to my sentences this week. But I like the one KP chose. So I'm going to run with that one:
My heart was pounding as he pressed me back against the wall, locked my wrists above my head, and leaned in to kiss me. My breasts brushed against his chest with each breath I took. With his lips a mere centimeter from my own, I breathed, "What are you doing?" He just smiled at me. That one smile said it all, said that he was doing what we both wanted. What we'd wanted for quite some time. He nipped my lower lip before capturing me in a fierce kiss. And as he pulled away, I moaned softly. Then he nibbled gently on my neck and I gasped, my legs going weak. Oh how I wanted this, wanted him, but I knew he was going to make me beg for it.
Friday, May 28, 2010
Boozin' on into the Weekend
It's the last Friday of the month, which means it's Booze'n'Bitch day. But I have responsibilities! Sentences for you all.
May 22
I don't like being played the fool and she was in the habit of doing so.
May 23
My heart was pounding as he pressed me back against the wall, locked my wrists above my head, and leaned in to kiss me.
May 24
The pacing tiger was art in motion.
May 25
In my dream, I saw a bright flash as millions of stars died.
May 26
"Sir, the atmosphere on the unknown planet is 60% carbon-dioxide, 20% oxygen, 10% water, 9% nitrogen, with the remaining 1% consisting of traces of other compounds."
May 27
Also, there are river sharks... like my rugged cock.
May 28
Normally, she's the quiet, shy type, but we've seen her wild side.
May 22
I don't like being played the fool and she was in the habit of doing so.
May 23
My heart was pounding as he pressed me back against the wall, locked my wrists above my head, and leaned in to kiss me.
May 24
The pacing tiger was art in motion.
May 25
In my dream, I saw a bright flash as millions of stars died.
May 26
"Sir, the atmosphere on the unknown planet is 60% carbon-dioxide, 20% oxygen, 10% water, 9% nitrogen, with the remaining 1% consisting of traces of other compounds."
May 27
Also, there are river sharks... like my rugged cock.
May 28
Normally, she's the quiet, shy type, but we've seen her wild side.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Aoede
And now for your regularly scheduled story installment.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Jane was surprised to hear another knock on her door. She wasn't expecting anyone but Rhea. Speaking of Rhea, the woman was looking at her with her eyebrows practically to her hairline. Shrugging her shoulders, Jane went to the door and looked through the peephole. There stood Aoede, true to her word about not barging into the apartment. Opening her door, she poked her head out.
"What are you doing here?"
Aoede looked confused. "It felt like you were writing. Or confused about what you were writing, so I thought I could stop by and help."
"Well, yeah, I have a friend over. We're talking about what I've written. She's trying to help me with it."
"Oh, I see. If you want me to go, I can easily come back some other time."
"No, no. Come on in." Jane stepped back, holding the door open. "I could use your opinion on a few things." Aoede stepped into the apartment. She smiled and waited for Jane to go back to the living room. Then she followed her in, observing the woman sitting on the couch.
"Aoede, this is my friend Rhea. Rhea, meet Aoede. She's the Muse I was telling you about."
Rhea stood and walked to Aoede, holding out her hand. "Pleased to meet you."
~*~*~*~*~
I go for the suspense thing, but sometimes I just feel like I'm truncating it. Thoughts?
~*~*~*~*~*~
Jane was surprised to hear another knock on her door. She wasn't expecting anyone but Rhea. Speaking of Rhea, the woman was looking at her with her eyebrows practically to her hairline. Shrugging her shoulders, Jane went to the door and looked through the peephole. There stood Aoede, true to her word about not barging into the apartment. Opening her door, she poked her head out.
"What are you doing here?"
Aoede looked confused. "It felt like you were writing. Or confused about what you were writing, so I thought I could stop by and help."
"Well, yeah, I have a friend over. We're talking about what I've written. She's trying to help me with it."
"Oh, I see. If you want me to go, I can easily come back some other time."
"No, no. Come on in." Jane stepped back, holding the door open. "I could use your opinion on a few things." Aoede stepped into the apartment. She smiled and waited for Jane to go back to the living room. Then she followed her in, observing the woman sitting on the couch.
"Aoede, this is my friend Rhea. Rhea, meet Aoede. She's the Muse I was telling you about."
Rhea stood and walked to Aoede, holding out her hand. "Pleased to meet you."
~*~*~*~*~
I go for the suspense thing, but sometimes I just feel like I'm truncating it. Thoughts?
Monday, May 24, 2010
And Ode to Healing
Okay, tonight I have to mesh my writing and my WoWing. I was healing on a character I'm currently leveling. And twice I got tanks who were... less than stellar. Which means, they died and blamed me. So tonight, I lament it all.
The tank, our shield of flesh and bone
He stands between us and certain death
The damage dealers, striking from near and far
Destroying our enemies while they focus on the tank
But the healer is the linchpin, the savior
Without him, the group will fail
For who else, repairs wounds?
Ah, healers are often maligned when they start out
"I died, so you much suck!"
If only the tanks would pay attention
To us poor, beleaguered healers
Then maybe, just maybe
THEY WOULDN'T DIE
Poem-rant over. I feel better now.
They played with special like malicious children. They were geneticists, tasked with cracking the DNA genome of various species. But they also dabbled in gene splicing, taking the traits from one animal and putting them into another. Then they would look at the results and systematically destroy them, just like a small child with a doll he/she doesn't like. If they don't kill them when they're done, they toss them aside like so much offal. All this is done behind closed doors, without the knowledge or approval of their superiors. After all, who would want a chicken with genes taken from a crocodile?
I'm not normally the jealous, or suspicious type, but there was something about him. I could quite put my finger on it. Needless to say, I was wary of his intentions and absolutely nothing he did was convincing me otherwise. So, I hired a private detective to follow him. I mean, what self-respecting wife wouldn't, right? It wasn't that I was worried that he was cheating or anything... That's just something silly we're all supposed to think. No, no. It was something else. And it was all in the way he got rather shifty when I asked him where he was going after dinner. Or the way he would look around nervously before he entered his office. I tried to get in, but he locked it.
The tank, our shield of flesh and bone
He stands between us and certain death
The damage dealers, striking from near and far
Destroying our enemies while they focus on the tank
But the healer is the linchpin, the savior
Without him, the group will fail
For who else, repairs wounds?
Ah, healers are often maligned when they start out
"I died, so you much suck!"
If only the tanks would pay attention
To us poor, beleaguered healers
Then maybe, just maybe
THEY WOULDN'T DIE
Poem-rant over. I feel better now.
They played with special like malicious children. They were geneticists, tasked with cracking the DNA genome of various species. But they also dabbled in gene splicing, taking the traits from one animal and putting them into another. Then they would look at the results and systematically destroy them, just like a small child with a doll he/she doesn't like. If they don't kill them when they're done, they toss them aside like so much offal. All this is done behind closed doors, without the knowledge or approval of their superiors. After all, who would want a chicken with genes taken from a crocodile?
I'm not normally the jealous, or suspicious type, but there was something about him. I could quite put my finger on it. Needless to say, I was wary of his intentions and absolutely nothing he did was convincing me otherwise. So, I hired a private detective to follow him. I mean, what self-respecting wife wouldn't, right? It wasn't that I was worried that he was cheating or anything... That's just something silly we're all supposed to think. No, no. It was something else. And it was all in the way he got rather shifty when I asked him where he was going after dinner. Or the way he would look around nervously before he entered his office. I tried to get in, but he locked it.
Friday, May 21, 2010
Post-Frazzle Friday
It's Friday and that can only mean one thing. Yes. Another week of my sentences. Don't I get tired of writing these?
May 15
She woke up to find her arms curled lovingly around the corpse of her husband.
May 16
Why, if God is supposed to be all-powerful, does he let tragedies happen?
May 17
Now we are living in the land of opportunity, if only you would see it.
May 18
The scent of fresh blood was making him hungry even as the full moon eroded his self control.
May 19
They played with species like malicious children.
May 20
If you can't stand the heat, go hide in the basement.
May 21
Needless to say, I was wary of his intentions and absolutely nothing he did was convincing me otherwise.
May 15
She woke up to find her arms curled lovingly around the corpse of her husband.
May 16
Why, if God is supposed to be all-powerful, does he let tragedies happen?
May 17
Now we are living in the land of opportunity, if only you would see it.
May 18
The scent of fresh blood was making him hungry even as the full moon eroded his self control.
May 19
They played with species like malicious children.
May 20
If you can't stand the heat, go hide in the basement.
May 21
Needless to say, I was wary of his intentions and absolutely nothing he did was convincing me otherwise.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Aoede
I know that it is late, but I'm not putting this off until tomorrow. So without further ado, I give you the continuation of my story. However, since it is so late, it is going to be short.
~*~*~*~*~*~
"You know," said Rhea slowly, "now that I think about it,some of these images you're using are rather cliché. Don't you writer types normally try to stay away from those things?"
"Well, yes. But it's hard because there are so many of them. I mean, they are used so often that, despite losing their original meaning, people do have a tendency to relate to them.. That and, used properly, they are generally pretty accurate with their intended meaning and descriptions. Sometimes, try as you might, you can't escape a cliché when it just works."
Rhea shrugged. "I guess I never thought of it that way. But that does make sense. So you think that these clichés are expressing exactly what you want them to?"
Jane thought about it for a moment. "Not all of them, I guess. I hadn't really thought about it up until now. I was just kinda writing. I didn't want to over think and then become anal about going back and have to rework everything. Sometimes things just work better when you let them flow."
"Well, you're right enough about that. Still, maybe you should do a list of all the images you have or want to use. That way you can choose which ones you want to continue and which ones you might think about taking about. You don't have to, but it's a thought."
"I suppose I could..."
~*~*~*~*~*~
"You know," said Rhea slowly, "now that I think about it,some of these images you're using are rather cliché. Don't you writer types normally try to stay away from those things?"
"Well, yes. But it's hard because there are so many of them. I mean, they are used so often that, despite losing their original meaning, people do have a tendency to relate to them.. That and, used properly, they are generally pretty accurate with their intended meaning and descriptions. Sometimes, try as you might, you can't escape a cliché when it just works."
Rhea shrugged. "I guess I never thought of it that way. But that does make sense. So you think that these clichés are expressing exactly what you want them to?"
Jane thought about it for a moment. "Not all of them, I guess. I hadn't really thought about it up until now. I was just kinda writing. I didn't want to over think and then become anal about going back and have to rework everything. Sometimes things just work better when you let them flow."
"Well, you're right enough about that. Still, maybe you should do a list of all the images you have or want to use. That way you can choose which ones you want to continue and which ones you might think about taking about. You don't have to, but it's a thought."
"I suppose I could..."
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Placeholder
I don't like missing posts. But... something happened with my family this evening and I'm honestly not feeling in the mood to write. I'll go back and edit this post later (or write another one) with the story. I have some ideas that I want to do, and I want to get them out before I forget them.
So you'll have to forgive me for not posting story-related content.
So you'll have to forgive me for not posting story-related content.
Monday, May 17, 2010
Fetishism
And what is it, I wonder, that gets you
HOT and bothered?
Where do you fall in the vanilla scale:
It's missionary or bust, something other then normal scares me
Toes in the water, experimentation is exciting
Knee deep and lovin' every minute
Up to my chest and never lookin' back
In over my head, the kinkier the better
You might call it hardcore, I call it a good time
I blame Nathan Fillion's show Castle for that one. :3
There were votes for three different sentences this week. While I think all three could be interesting if expanded, I'm going with one this week. And that's the one with multiple votes. I also think it fits in nicely with my poem:
"In the end, what is life but passion?"
Hatred, rage, pain, lust, and love. They are all strong emotions. They can motivate us, drive us, or leave us dejected. Nor are they the only emotions which elicit strong reactions. I despise. I adore. I respect. I cannot, will not, do not. Regardless of what you feel, what motivates you is emotion. Even actions like murder is often described as "crimes of passion!" If you sit in a dark room, trying to feel nothing, you'll find it incredibly hard to do so. Memories from your past, plans for your future and they all draw some sort of feeling from deep inside your psyche. So I will postulate. In the end, what is life but passion?
Mediocre, that paragraph. But at the same time, I think it does begin to approach what I was trying to get it. Thoughts? Additional comments about it? Leave me loves notes.
HOT and bothered?
Where do you fall in the vanilla scale:
It's missionary or bust, something other then normal scares me
Toes in the water, experimentation is exciting
Knee deep and lovin' every minute
Up to my chest and never lookin' back
In over my head, the kinkier the better
You might call it hardcore, I call it a good time
I blame Nathan Fillion's show Castle for that one. :3
There were votes for three different sentences this week. While I think all three could be interesting if expanded, I'm going with one this week. And that's the one with multiple votes. I also think it fits in nicely with my poem:
"In the end, what is life but passion?"
Hatred, rage, pain, lust, and love. They are all strong emotions. They can motivate us, drive us, or leave us dejected. Nor are they the only emotions which elicit strong reactions. I despise. I adore. I respect. I cannot, will not, do not. Regardless of what you feel, what motivates you is emotion. Even actions like murder is often described as "crimes of passion!" If you sit in a dark room, trying to feel nothing, you'll find it incredibly hard to do so. Memories from your past, plans for your future and they all draw some sort of feeling from deep inside your psyche. So I will postulate. In the end, what is life but passion?
Mediocre, that paragraph. But at the same time, I think it does begin to approach what I was trying to get it. Thoughts? Additional comments about it? Leave me loves notes.
Friday, May 14, 2010
The Best Italian name is D'Incognito
Okay, so it has absolutely nothing to do with my sentences. But it's still an awesome Italian last name. And I'm not making it up.
I'm also still looking for suggestions on themes. Any suggestion will be taken into consideration!
May 8
Decision is everything.
(I would like to thank Strumpet for this sentence, since she originally wrote it. But she gave me permission to use it.)
May 9
Follow through on threats and promises or else they become nothing more than empty words.
May 10
If the eyes are the window to the soul, are the blind soulless?
May 11
In the end, what is life but passion?
May 12
Jupiter loomed above us, filling the view of every window in our ship.
May 13
It was black and cold and lonely in the escape pod as it hurtled through space toward the unnamed planet.
May 14
He woke up to the sound of screeching, momentarily disoriented by the strident noise.
I'm also still looking for suggestions on themes. Any suggestion will be taken into consideration!
May 8
Decision is everything.
(I would like to thank Strumpet for this sentence, since she originally wrote it. But she gave me permission to use it.)
May 9
Follow through on threats and promises or else they become nothing more than empty words.
May 10
If the eyes are the window to the soul, are the blind soulless?
May 11
In the end, what is life but passion?
May 12
Jupiter loomed above us, filling the view of every window in our ship.
May 13
It was black and cold and lonely in the escape pod as it hurtled through space toward the unnamed planet.
May 14
He woke up to the sound of screeching, momentarily disoriented by the strident noise.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Wednesday
I know what you're all thinking. It's Wednesday! That means it is time for a continuation of Aoede. Well, normally that would be true. But this week I'm taking a break from Aoede. The other two segments change from week to week. I've been pretty good in keeping Aoede going, but I think I need just a bit of time to step back and examine where I've been and where I'm going with the story. So instead, I give you a short, standalone piece.
~*~*~*~*~
The smells of summer drift in the air around me. They swirl in the thermals created by the warm earth. Here I detect a hint of lavender. There, the heady scent of roses in full bloom. I can even smell fresh-cut grass. Tilting my head back, I feel the warmth of the sun beat against my face. It feels wonderful.
I let myself fall onto my back in the grass. A new pocket of scents rises around my prone body. Smiling, I dig my fingers into the sun-warmed grass. This is so luxurious. I could almost fall asleep. I hear another body fall beside me, so I slit my eyes open and look. Through a haze of blue I see my lover next to me. He reaches out to caress my cheek. I roll over and rest my head on his shoulder. A new scent joins the ones of summer. The scent of his skin and cologne are a heady addition to an already potent potpourri. My hand plays in the grass at his side, his resting as the small of my back.
He whispers a sweet nothing in my ear, making my giggle. I poke his side and he squirms. He's ticklish. I attack his side until he pushes against my shoulder and rolls me onto my back. As he leans over me, he looks into my eyes and his smile reminds me of a little boy. He leans down and kisses the tip of my nose. My forehead. My lips. His kisses are so sweet they steal the very breath from my lungs.
He pulls away and lies down beside me, burying his face in the curve of my neck. He sighed against my neck, seemingly content. I took up at the sky, a deep and cloudless blue. How I'd love to come back here at sunset. To watch the sky fade from light to dark in a blaze of glory. Maybe someday I'll return and watch the sunset.
I feel a certain lassitude take me over. I just want to stay here forever. To have him wrapped around me, pressed against me. Sleep tugs at the back of my mind. He shifts, but it's a sleepy shift. Wrapping my arms around him, I let go and surrender myself to a content and peaceful rest.
~*~*~*~*~
The smells of summer drift in the air around me. They swirl in the thermals created by the warm earth. Here I detect a hint of lavender. There, the heady scent of roses in full bloom. I can even smell fresh-cut grass. Tilting my head back, I feel the warmth of the sun beat against my face. It feels wonderful.
I let myself fall onto my back in the grass. A new pocket of scents rises around my prone body. Smiling, I dig my fingers into the sun-warmed grass. This is so luxurious. I could almost fall asleep. I hear another body fall beside me, so I slit my eyes open and look. Through a haze of blue I see my lover next to me. He reaches out to caress my cheek. I roll over and rest my head on his shoulder. A new scent joins the ones of summer. The scent of his skin and cologne are a heady addition to an already potent potpourri. My hand plays in the grass at his side, his resting as the small of my back.
He whispers a sweet nothing in my ear, making my giggle. I poke his side and he squirms. He's ticklish. I attack his side until he pushes against my shoulder and rolls me onto my back. As he leans over me, he looks into my eyes and his smile reminds me of a little boy. He leans down and kisses the tip of my nose. My forehead. My lips. His kisses are so sweet they steal the very breath from my lungs.
He pulls away and lies down beside me, burying his face in the curve of my neck. He sighed against my neck, seemingly content. I took up at the sky, a deep and cloudless blue. How I'd love to come back here at sunset. To watch the sky fade from light to dark in a blaze of glory. Maybe someday I'll return and watch the sunset.
I feel a certain lassitude take me over. I just want to stay here forever. To have him wrapped around me, pressed against me. Sleep tugs at the back of my mind. He shifts, but it's a sleepy shift. Wrapping my arms around him, I let go and surrender myself to a content and peaceful rest.
Monday, May 10, 2010
It wasn't me!
People
Humanity, the great tamer
And really, who can blame her
She reshapes the earth
The lands of her birth
But with a responsible disclaimer
Okay, not sure that last line really works. But I thought of the first two lines at lunch today and just had to run with it. So there you have my limerick.
Apparently May 2 was the major winner from Friday. So I give you... "Perhaps it would take less manipulation than they had originally thought."
They were the proverbial black sheep, the red-headed step children, the outcasts. Twins, the eldest, and the least favorite of their parents. The last will they had seen had left them with next to no inheritance. So the brothers put their heads together. How could they cheat their precious, perfect, favorite younger sister out of everything she was being willed? Murder wasn't an option. But ingratiating themselves to their parents? That was just as under-handed, and every so much more satisfying. Especially if they did it under the noses of everyone else. And as they were about to put their plan into action, before even a glimmer of success, news that would speed up their plans. Their mother had cancer. Perhaps it would take less manipulation than they had originally thought.
And for my dear friend Calz: "The room smelled so foul that I immediately lost interest in finding out what could produce such an almighty stench."
The room smelled so foul that I immediately lost interest in finding out what could produce such an almighty stench. It was like someone mixed rotting eggs with formaldehyde, blended them with an unwashed jock strap, and rolled the mess in a compost heap. And that was just the first gag-inducing wave. I detected hints of other hideous smells which I couldn't even begin to describe. After a few moments, it was so overwhelming that I stumbled out the door and deposited the contents of my lunch on the driveway. Taking deep breaths of the relatively clean air outside (god it was pervasive!), I steeled myself to go back in. But there was no way in hell I was looking forward to it.
Humanity, the great tamer
And really, who can blame her
She reshapes the earth
The lands of her birth
But with a responsible disclaimer
Okay, not sure that last line really works. But I thought of the first two lines at lunch today and just had to run with it. So there you have my limerick.
Apparently May 2 was the major winner from Friday. So I give you... "Perhaps it would take less manipulation than they had originally thought."
They were the proverbial black sheep, the red-headed step children, the outcasts. Twins, the eldest, and the least favorite of their parents. The last will they had seen had left them with next to no inheritance. So the brothers put their heads together. How could they cheat their precious, perfect, favorite younger sister out of everything she was being willed? Murder wasn't an option. But ingratiating themselves to their parents? That was just as under-handed, and every so much more satisfying. Especially if they did it under the noses of everyone else. And as they were about to put their plan into action, before even a glimmer of success, news that would speed up their plans. Their mother had cancer. Perhaps it would take less manipulation than they had originally thought.
And for my dear friend Calz: "The room smelled so foul that I immediately lost interest in finding out what could produce such an almighty stench."
The room smelled so foul that I immediately lost interest in finding out what could produce such an almighty stench. It was like someone mixed rotting eggs with formaldehyde, blended them with an unwashed jock strap, and rolled the mess in a compost heap. And that was just the first gag-inducing wave. I detected hints of other hideous smells which I couldn't even begin to describe. After a few moments, it was so overwhelming that I stumbled out the door and deposited the contents of my lunch on the driveway. Taking deep breaths of the relatively clean air outside (god it was pervasive!), I steeled myself to go back in. But there was no way in hell I was looking forward to it.
Friday, May 7, 2010
The Weekender
I'm thinking of doing other themes for my sentence weeks. I was wondering what everyone thought of it? Yay, nay, meh? I require feedback.
May 1
On and on she cried about how her life was so great and why didn't he just propose already?
May 2
Perhaps it would take less manipulation than they had originally thought.
May 3
When he saw something sparkle, it was like he magically developed ADD.
May 4
Marco the Cat had a mild obsession with running into poles and we feared for his little kitty brain.
May 5
Despite all the modern technology with which I surround myself, I have found that records are still my favorite way to listen to music.
May 6
I smiled down at my 8-month old daughter as I bathed her, listening to her coo happily.
May 7
The room smelled so foul that I immediately lost interest in finding out what could produce such an almighty stench.
May 1
On and on she cried about how her life was so great and why didn't he just propose already?
May 2
Perhaps it would take less manipulation than they had originally thought.
May 3
When he saw something sparkle, it was like he magically developed ADD.
May 4
Marco the Cat had a mild obsession with running into poles and we feared for his little kitty brain.
May 5
Despite all the modern technology with which I surround myself, I have found that records are still my favorite way to listen to music.
May 6
I smiled down at my 8-month old daughter as I bathed her, listening to her coo happily.
May 7
The room smelled so foul that I immediately lost interest in finding out what could produce such an almighty stench.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Aoede
So, I was re-reading my post from last Wednesday, just to get a recap of where I am in the story. And I was thinking about what Rhea looks like. Since Calz doesn't seem to like her very much right now, I think the description I have will be fairly appropriate. :)
~*~*~
"You like it? I mean, like I said, it's nothing special."
"Nonsense! It means something to you, that automatically makes it something special. And whether or not OTHER people agree with you is a moot point. Now," she said leaning back, "let's talk about where you can go with it. It's full of a lot of metaphors right now, some of which will probably need to be clarified or expanded. And the wind/rain motif may clash a bit with this renewing fire thing you have going on in the start of the second verse. You'll definitely have to make sure it flows." Rhea opened her mouth to say something else, but was cut off by Jane.
"Whoa, whoa! Slow down. I can only write so fast. They're good suggestions, but things I've already thought of. In fact, I've been thinking about it pretty much constantly since I started writing it."
Rhea nodded, playing with the witches streak in her mousy brown hair. The crows feet at the corner of her eyes crinkled as she squinted her chocolate-colored eyes slightly. With a purse of her lips, she picked up a pen from the table and tapped it against the papers in her other hand. "Alright. What's the overall theme of the piece? I can help you more if I know specifics."
"If I had to pin it to anything, it would probably be a reawakening of passion. For me, specifically, the passion to write and compose. But I want it to be general enough that other people can relate to it." Rhea nodded, still tapping the pen against the paper.
~*~*~
"You like it? I mean, like I said, it's nothing special."
"Nonsense! It means something to you, that automatically makes it something special. And whether or not OTHER people agree with you is a moot point. Now," she said leaning back, "let's talk about where you can go with it. It's full of a lot of metaphors right now, some of which will probably need to be clarified or expanded. And the wind/rain motif may clash a bit with this renewing fire thing you have going on in the start of the second verse. You'll definitely have to make sure it flows." Rhea opened her mouth to say something else, but was cut off by Jane.
"Whoa, whoa! Slow down. I can only write so fast. They're good suggestions, but things I've already thought of. In fact, I've been thinking about it pretty much constantly since I started writing it."
Rhea nodded, playing with the witches streak in her mousy brown hair. The crows feet at the corner of her eyes crinkled as she squinted her chocolate-colored eyes slightly. With a purse of her lips, she picked up a pen from the table and tapped it against the papers in her other hand. "Alright. What's the overall theme of the piece? I can help you more if I know specifics."
"If I had to pin it to anything, it would probably be a reawakening of passion. For me, specifically, the passion to write and compose. But I want it to be general enough that other people can relate to it." Rhea nodded, still tapping the pen against the paper.
Monday, May 3, 2010
A case of the Mondays?
Not me! Went into work today with only 9k tests to score and left 7 hours later. It was a good day. And such a day calls for a short haiku to commemorate it.
Success
Success is sweeter
For having been shared with my
Fellow sufferers
Now, I only got two comments from you guys, but the sentence of choice was unanimous.
I dream of nights in white satin, but end up in black and red silk.
I have a taste for sabotage. Not for others, no, just myself. It's my romantic interests I break. You see... I dream of nights in white satin, but end up in black and red silk. I have steeped myself in delicious sin, embracing the night life. It's a world of pleasure and pain, lust, indulgence, and satisfaction. And I'm no-one's whore but my own. I selfishly pursue my own desires, however dark they may seem to others. Most night, I surrender to those base desires. I recline in my bed of silk and skin and sin, and welcome it all with a sultry smile.
Success
Success is sweeter
For having been shared with my
Fellow sufferers
Now, I only got two comments from you guys, but the sentence of choice was unanimous.
I dream of nights in white satin, but end up in black and red silk.
I have a taste for sabotage. Not for others, no, just myself. It's my romantic interests I break. You see... I dream of nights in white satin, but end up in black and red silk. I have steeped myself in delicious sin, embracing the night life. It's a world of pleasure and pain, lust, indulgence, and satisfaction. And I'm no-one's whore but my own. I selfishly pursue my own desires, however dark they may seem to others. Most night, I surrender to those base desires. I recline in my bed of silk and skin and sin, and welcome it all with a sultry smile.
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