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A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
Allyson, do you have a piece that serves as a real companion to your Safe Harbor from Ann Arbor piece? A full flesh out of your Escape to L.A.?
Because I've found myself wondering about that. It shows up in drips and dabs in other essays, but I still want to know how you did it.
sj owns this drabble topic.
sj owns this drabble topic.
Indeed she does! And I'm going to just sit back and enjoy it.
Thanks, deb and Sail. This topic keeps whispering things in my ear, and I am trying to quiet the demons that popped up yesterday when I was going through my old journals. The ones that keep saying, "You're a lousy writer. You never could write, and you never will be able to write."
oh! K-Fucked!(KFKD) Thanks, Anne Lamott, for the name for the thing almost all writers know.
Allyson, do you have a piece that serves as a real companion to your Safe Harbor from Ann Arbor piece? A full flesh out of your Escape to L.A.?
Because I've found myself wondering about that. It shows up in drips and dabs in other essays, but I still want to know how you did it.
Seconded.
New drabble topic!
Challenge #111 (comfort food) is now closed.
Challenge #112 is poetry. I *don't* mean that you should write a poem (though you may) -- rather, drabble *about* poetry, for whatever definition(s) of "poetry" you might embrace.
Daffynition
Words in heady mixtures
worth a thousand pictures.
In small , a whole world explore,
Or what else is a meta for?
Art for art’s sake: ignore the reader?
No, for heard melodies are sweeter.
Else as you fill up your reams,
Each strangled melody silently screams
As it rots inside the drawer
never to see a different shore.
Speak or whisper, murmur or shout
Flame, ice, peat, or winds pout
All of this in one endeavor
Glimpsed for an instant, then captured forever
True story:
META/CHIRP
"Nicky said what?"
"That I can't be a poet without writing an ode to a skylark." I'm shopping with Kate, in Sausalito. "Bastard."
"I know that look." Kate's grinning. "Spill!"
"Harken, skylark in the tree", I recite. "Singing there so loud and free
singing as I mutter 'DIRTY
FRICKIN' BIRD, it's 7:30!
I did not get HOME 'til 3!'"
"HA!" Kate's snickering. "Perfect!"
"There's more." I'm grinning back. "Wanna hear?"
"Hell yes."
"Harken, skylark in the tree
singing there so loud and free
singing loud as any sparrow
I will shoot you with my arrow
then, perhaps, will silence be!"
possible responses do daffyntion:
"Yup that was a hundred words all right."
"That is definitely a drabble."
"The title is nicely centered at the top of the post"
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