ita, that would work.

Ooops! Something was nagging at the back of my brain all day, and I couldn't think of what it was that I needed to do. Ahem.

Challenge #42 (fire) is now closed.

Challenge #43 is a "scene" challenge, which I haven't done in a while, where I tell you who's in the scene and what they're doing, and you drabble it. Two people -- one sitting, one standing. Drabble your talented hearts out.

Huh.

I just made myself cry with my own writing. I can't remember if I've ever done that before.

Which probably means the bit that brought on the weeping is either the best or the suckiest thing I've ever written.

I'm thinking best, Susan. I'm always impressed when I go back and read something I wrote and even I laugh. I figure if my own jokes can take me by surprise, I did something right. So if you're making yourself cry, I think you're on the right track.

Maybe. But I've found that many scenes I thought were beautiful, artistic works of subtle foreshadowing and layered themes at the time I was writing them were actually too clever by half and had to be deleted the next day--or usually a month or two later when I was finally objective enough to judge. So it wouldn't surprise me if what strikes me as touching today will reveal itself to be maudlin once I've come down from the writer high.

Teppy, are we celebrating an anniversary? Two people, one standing, one sitting was the first-ever drabble we had, I think. Wasn't it?

I thought the first was one standing, one lying down.

Porno

oh please oh please...

It's a dare. She's dared herself, and of course he's taken her up on it. It's what they do; she charging headlong into shadow, light, the echo of dark disturbance, he egging her on, reaping the reward.

pleasepleaseplease

It was he who upped the ante, suggesting the high heels. No way to say to say no, not for her. Now, wearing nothing else, she stands as he sits and makes himself comfortable, and reaches behind her and pulls her close.

A few minutes later, she goes down in a puddling heap. And he wins another dare.

Heh, Deb. Nice.

Hil, you're right. Memory's leaking like a sieve these days.

I'm taking an odd comfort in the fact that I'm not the only one who instantly went to porn when she saw the drabble topic. I tried to write a very similar one last night and then my brain said "no", mainly, I think, because it was completely exhausted.

After work today, I'll tackle this one.