I didn't even get the losing a line... Yes, it's proven, I'm a poetry moron.
Y'all see the man hanging out of the spaceship with the really big gun? Now I'm not saying you weren't easy to find. It was kinda out of our way, and he didn't want to come in the first place. Man's lookin' to kill some folk. So really it's his will y'all should worry about thwarting.
Mal ,'Safe'
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Deena - Jul 08, 2003 2:40:28 am PDT #1539 of 10001
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara
erikaj - Jul 08, 2003 6:16:06 am PDT #1540 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
"Cherry" is my favorite. But, sad to say, I appreciate "Coda's" state of mind. Not sad that I know how you feel...you know.
Rebecca Lizard - Jul 08, 2003 2:58:02 pm PDT #1541 of 10001
You sip / say it's your crazy / straw say it's you're crazy / as you bicycle your soul / with beauty in your basket
"Cherry Girl" still makes me grin. And I love the "losing time and then losing a line per stanza" thing.
deborah grabien - Jul 08, 2003 10:13:38 pm PDT #1542 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Yup - daylight savings time, 4-3-2-1, ending on "shorter". A perfect gestalt.
What's not to lurve?
Steph L. - Jul 09, 2003 6:20:50 am PDT #1543 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
You people are good for my writerly self-esteem. Thanks!
deborah grabien - Jul 09, 2003 2:52:27 pm PDT #1544 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
I adore my husband.
When I was having issues working out what happened next in "Matty Groves", he suggested I drabble the possibilities. The drabble is the tight little 100-word-precisely form used for the Sunday 100 fics.
I was hemming and hawing and not knowing what happened to start chapter 7. So he said, drabble. And I sat down and this is what came out:
She sits on the borrowed bed, surrounded by chintz and sentiment.
Behind her eyes there are monsters; memories of horror lurk like chimeras, just beyond her recall. A falcon screams, there's no air, she can't breathe, penetration and violation and rage and a sense of perverted ownership aimed straight at her, in the twisted soul of a ghost, a man dead four hundred years.
Somehow, she has to remember. She has to see.
She doesn't want to.
The monster behind the curtain blinks its odd-coloured eyes. Lifting a hand like the falcon's talon, it pushes the gauze of memory aside.
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I think I'm a-gonna keep this one, and use it. I now know what happens next; I just wrote the first three pages of it.
Drabble is my friend.
Anne W. - Jul 09, 2003 3:07:01 pm PDT #1545 of 10001
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
Yay, Nic! Deb, that's a gorgeous passage.
amych - Jul 09, 2003 3:08:43 pm PDT #1546 of 10001
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
Excellent drabblage, Deb; and if you like you can tell Nic I'm taking his advice as we speak.
deborah grabien - Jul 09, 2003 3:13:03 pm PDT #1547 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
I will (tell Nic).
The simplicity of the suggestion just took my breath away. It's so damned easy, and so damned right, and so completely useful. Literally, a bazillion doors open up down various paths, and force you to just walk down them, with the banner - "100 words! Stay in the theme! Don't screw it up!" floating right ahead.
Anne W. - Jul 09, 2003 3:15:58 pm PDT #1548 of 10001
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
Deb, FYI, I'm about halfway through the re-read of "Still Life." It re-reads very well.