Can someone give me 28 hour days so I can actually have time to write down all the stuff queued up in my head?
And I wonder, what possible catastrophe came crashing down from heaven and brought this dashing stranger to tears?
Drusilla ,'Conversations with Dead People'
The Great Write Way, Act Three: Where's the gun?
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Gudanov - Oct 03, 2009 4:53:26 pm PDT #2477 of 6690
Coding and Sleeping
Amy - Oct 03, 2009 5:00:39 pm PDT #2478 of 6690
Because books.
My magic wand is sadly missing, Gud.
Gudanov - Oct 03, 2009 5:10:49 pm PDT #2479 of 6690
Coding and Sleeping
Shoot. Off to squeeze in a bit of time between laundry and paying bills. I spent the day painting the house which appears to be in need of a second coat.
Atropa - Oct 03, 2009 5:27:43 pm PDT #2480 of 6690
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
Of course! It's mind-control gingerbread!
(Don't mind me, I just figured something out for this book.)
Barb - Oct 03, 2009 6:45:05 pm PDT #2481 of 6690
“Not dead yet!”
Finally.
Tamed the difficult chapter beast. Took too freakin' long to write 1500 words, but it was writing. And at least it's down so I can move on.
In theory.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
::ahem::
sarameg - Oct 03, 2009 7:22:36 pm PDT #2482 of 6690
Because it makes me laugh:
It's been 25 hours, a couple sleeping pills and uncomfortable seats. You chased the bags in the chaos, diving through the throngs unaware of personal boundaries.
You've survived, and marveled at, the van dodging a leftside chaos of sleeping cows, dogs, rickshaws, motorbikes, the boring familiar autos and unwary pedestrians.
You've showered and changed, slapped on a breath of makeup.
"I didn't recognize you!"
Pause.
"You're really lovely!"
Raised eyebrow. "You really know how to flatter a girl. I must have looked that rough?"
A stammer. "I..."
"Your feet are so far down your throat, I can't see your knees. Just tell me about how gorgeous I am and buy me a strong drink."
It works.
Welcome to the new you.
Beverly - Oct 03, 2009 9:29:13 pm PDT #2483 of 6690
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Oh nice, sarameg!
sj - Oct 04, 2009 5:33:12 am PDT #2484 of 6690
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Another welcome drabble:
Autumn brings with it cool breezes and shorter days, but it also invites a comforting heat that summer cannot match. It starts in the morning when your cup of tea is savored slowly instead of gulped in haste. Soon blankets and sweaters are unearthed from their hiding places, greeted like old friends. The landscape continues to change from green to bright oranges, yellows and reds, and nights are spent cuddling on the couch, not desperately seeking relief from a fan or AC Home fills with the scents of cinnamon and nutmeg, so that even the air smells warmer than before.
Barb - Oct 04, 2009 6:18:30 am PDT #2485 of 6690
“Not dead yet!”
sara and sj, those are both wonderful!
Now quick, someone tell me I'm being a big wuss and to pull up my big girl panties and face what I wrote last night.
Beverly - Oct 04, 2009 6:26:16 am PDT #2486 of 6690
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Face it, Barb. You'll feel better if you do.
sj, both of yours are so evocative. I love the sensory details you capture.