Mal ,'Serenity'
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
But how well you are expressing yourself visually--or expressing others, I might should say, since I'm one of the beneficiaries. Still, waiting for words. Liese, you should know I reacted to the words only, since I didn't know you were you at the time. How's that for impartial?
I love Haiku. Can't write them for spit, but I love them.
Polter, that reminds me a little of 13 Ways of Looking at a Blackbird. Very nice.
Thanks. I don't know that one. Who's it by?
I love haiku, and can write them, but the ones I write never feel solid to me. My brain seems to want to treat writing them the way it treats writing limericks.
edited because my typing and tenses are all screwy right now.
Liese, you should know I reacted to the words only, since I didn't know you were you at the time. How's that for impartial?
Heh. How it all comes round.
Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird is by Wallace Stevens, mild-mannered insurance salesman by day, poet by night.
Hm. Interesting. I don't really see the connection, but being compared to Wallace Stevens isn't ungood.
Oh! There was that time the blackbirds got baked into a pie, and you can drink wine with pie. Or something.
Wondering if the connection isn't the linear nature of the thing point (or vignette) A, on to B, etc.
I really liked those, Poltercow, much better than, you know, looking at cherry blossoms and like that.
I'm not sure what the connection is. I should have said, perhaps, that it engendered a similar feeling in me.
Bopping in to share this thought:
Outlines are wonderful things, but once you stray from them, you are doomed.
I had written myself away from the outline on the novel, Nihilist Chic. That was OK, I thought, because I liked where it was going. So I followed the thread for awhile, and thought that, eventually, I would be able to bring it back pretty much to where I originally started.
I was terribly, terribly wrong.
The story has now come back to the place I originally plotted it to be, but is now about to go somewhere completely different. Again.
Damn thing has a mind of its own.