Awesome news Gud!

Typo, that's hilarious!

Go, Gud! Break a...pen.

Drabble prompt:

ink

The arthritis is not conducive to holding a pen for hours these days; I write primarily on a keyboard. The stuff still works, my voice is still clear, but . . .

The curve of the letters spoke to me, the shape of the words themselves became almost a part of the story. The name of the characters in cursive and ink showed a side of their personality that isn't as apparent in type.

When I first saw a story of mine in type, in "print", they became more real, less purely mine. They put on their outside clothes and went to see the world. The original handwritten pages are still in a drawer, like baby pictures of my children.

INK

The slow emerging scrolls of ink on flesh:
more burn than penetration — good.
Always feared the penetration, but I like the burn.

“You’ve good skin,” says the man as his slim, assured fingers
(Strange, their delicacy on such a hewn-from-ironwood block of humanity)
pull my pale flesh taut.

Inkfire strikes; my intentions rise to the surface of my skin
coalesce...
take full form...

No longer hidden from myself –
nor from anyone I choose to let see.
I can hide them
if need be.

But not from me...
Never from me.

Thanks for the well wishes.

When someone says a short synopsis, how long is that? My readied synopsis is two pages single spaced or about 1,200 words. That doesn't seem long, but maybe it is. 'Short' is sort of vague.

I meant to answer this the other day, Gud, and got distracted. Why are you single-spacing your synopsis, first?

I always defined short as three pages, but definitely double-spaced. It really depends on the editor.

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Ink:

It was the pen. He was sure of it.

Nothing had ever come so quickly or so freely with a pencil, or using the typewriter. He wouldn’t touch the computer anymore—his brain froze when he opened the lid of the laptop, a biological blue screen.

But the pen was perfect. Just the right size, black ink just thick enough, never smearing. And every sentence written with it was a revelation. He knew it would dry up, though. And so he hoarded his words with the ink, saving them both against the pen’s eventual demise.

His notebook lies waiting, silent.

To go with this week's theme, a truck overturned on I-95 and spilled its contents - ink. Gallons and gallons of ink.

Thanks. It's single spaced at the moment because it seems to paste cleaner that way and so far the only guidelines have been to paste into the body of the e-mail.

I was able to interview Gregory Frost the other day about the research he did on 1840s cuisine for an upcoming book. [link] He chipped in a recipe for etouffee at the end.

Greg's a fountain pen fanatic, so I'm going to submit this for 'ink'. Weak, I know.

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