Teppy, have I told you today how much I love you for making this sweet thing?
connie, those were both lovely, and yes, evocative.
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Teppy, have I told you today how much I love you for making this sweet thing?
connie, those were both lovely, and yes, evocative.
Teppy, have I told you today how much I love you for making this sweet thing?
Yay! I'm so glad people are liking it! I noticed, on the LJ info page, members whose LJ names I don't recognize at all, or who I know came from a referral other than b.org -- Consuela pimped it in her LJ, for instance, and her F-list is full of non-Buffista folk, but folk who fic, and fic fabulously.
(Yeah, that alliteration at the end was on purpose.)
Teppy, I was thinking about a rather subtle theme: memory. Not in the "I remember" sense, but using memory as a sixth sense: how a smell evokes a memory, or a song, or just a flash of deja vu.
Not so much the memory, but the how and why the memory is evoked. Am I making sense?
Yes, ma'am, and I like it!
How Proust's pastry burst on his taste buds and pulled him into a spiral of memory.
The smell of wet dirt bringing back memories of the basement of my house in Pennsylvania
Exactly. I have a drabble for this one already written - the trigger, the memory, the reaction.
BTW, while this is especially for Susan and any other romance writers out there? Have a look.
Scroll down to the contest at the bottom of the page.
I started a story about my two table people...we'll see if it turns into anything.I'm so not project-monogamous right now...I'm not even sure what's the relationship and which the goomare.(Sorry...the H:LOTS refs were annoying, but they were in English, for fuck's sake, right? It's a Sopranos thing.Goomare=mistress. Like Irina who made my favorite ever malaproprism evah "like a knight in white satin armor." I used to have a Spike site as my goomare-board...but I don't count the treehouse or lj cause your goomare's never supposed to meet your wife.
I'm up to almost 500 words on the story that's growing out of the place drabble.
If anyone wants to read the wip and comment, let me know. Profile addy's good.
I've noticed that my two pieces are very structured, almost like sonnets. This will be interesting, to see if the form continues.
What's very nice about this concept is that it keeps my muse from getting flabby while being stubborn about working on the mega-fics. If nothing else, it kind be an "ooh, shiny!" distraction until she gets her mind back on her work.
Interesting, I'm subscribing to my writer self a whole set of independent feelings and motivations.
Feeling a little possessed are we?
No we're not.
Stop that. Noone's talking to you.
You're just afraid they'll think I'm prettier than you.
Are NOT!!