Susan, insent.
We can come by between classes. Usually I use that time to copy over my class notes with a system of different colored pens. But it's been pointed out to me that that's, you know...insane.
Willow ,'Showtime'
The Great Write Way
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Ginger - Jan 30, 2005 10:09:20 am PST #9709 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Brynn - Jan 30, 2005 12:53:49 pm PST #9710 of 10001
"I'd rather discuss the permutations of swordplay, with an undertone of definite allusion to sex." Beverly, offering an example of when your characters give you 'tude.
Kristin: Sending you good publishing~ma
Deb: your drabble made me green with envy. *swoon*
erikaj - Jan 30, 2005 1:21:00 pm PST #9711 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
wrod.
sfmarty - Jan 30, 2005 3:02:41 pm PST #9712 of 10001
Who? moi??
Liese S. - Jan 30, 2005 7:48:00 pm PST #9713 of 10001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
fire don't play
A million miles away, I watched it burn. Phone calls, email, nothing I could do. The maps, every day. A widening circle, 0% contained. They said the fire was a wall fourteen feet high. Gases igniting in fireballs in the sky. Closer to town, always closer.
I put my hand to my mouth, watching, but only wept when it was over and I saw my favorite restaurant on CNN, still undamaged. Evacuated people I knew going home, safe, safe.
But years later the town is still as scarred as the hillsides. A need to talk about it to every passing stranger. Photos of the fire over the registers. Memory of the possibility of death, tragedy. Restoration is a longer process than just quenching the flames.
Liese S. - Jan 30, 2005 8:28:20 pm PST #9714 of 10001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
wistful, a home perhaps gone
They stack the cedar at the side of the house. It's soft, but cedar is the "good wood" out here, and it burns hot. They put the rest on the porch. I haul a wheelbarrow-load in the house. Enough for two good burns, plenty of time for more to dry.
Outside the snow is thick, the birds depending on my feeder, the cats huddled under the house. The dog sleeps.
Newspaper first, if I have it, and plenty of kindling. Two small logs, parallel. Two larger atop them, cross-wise. A one match fire. The warmth is the feeling of provision.
Susan W. - Jan 31, 2005 6:49:10 pm PST #9715 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
If you were writing about a female sheep, you'd say "a ewe," not "an ewe," right? Because while "an ewe" looks better, it sounds all wrong.
dcp - Jan 31, 2005 6:57:12 pm PST #9716 of 10001
The more I learn, the more I realize how little I know.
Yep. Also, "a uniform."
"An harmonica" is harder for me to accept, except as a punchline.
Polter-Cow - Jan 31, 2005 6:58:40 pm PST #9717 of 10001
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
Yes. It's the consonant sound, not the vowel letter, that determines the a/an. "an ewe" doesn't even look right to me. Okay, now it does, in comparison to "a ewe."
You write romances, and there are sheep involved. I'm a little concerned.
Ginger - Jan 31, 2005 7:05:41 pm PST #9718 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Well, only one sheep.