Sunday, February 3, 2013
things i am currently worried about
1. is this soda going to keep me from falling asleep at a normal hour?
2. what happened to the other half of the debit card i just discovered in bed?
3. what do my insides look like RIGHT NOW?
Sunday, January 20, 2013
Editing Tip
Read your words aloud, preferable to an elementary schooler. They will call your shit out. If you don’t have one on hand, just read it to yourself and fix the parts where your characters sound like they’re speaking with a mouth full of marbles.
Friday, January 18, 2013
hi i have no filter and oh hey why did i say that but no seriously why
a book by me.
Friday, December 21, 2012
12-21-12
The Mayans said it first, but
tea leaves said it second, her palm
said it third, and the boy
down the road, the one with the blue,
blue eyes, said it fourth.
The world was going to end and she
could not be happier.
Her affairs were easy to arrange:
money sealed into envelopes,
the microwave unplugged, and one
last kiss for the blue-eyed boy.
She called her mother,
and her mother did not answer.
(But she did not expect her to.)
That evening she hid beneath
a blanket with her dog and told stories
about the good times and the bad times
(but mostly the bad times, and how
now there would never have to be
bad times ever again).
Then she went to bed, heart lighter
than light, winged with hope,
and woke up crying.
tea leaves said it second, her palm
said it third, and the boy
down the road, the one with the blue,
blue eyes, said it fourth.
The world was going to end and she
could not be happier.
Her affairs were easy to arrange:
money sealed into envelopes,
the microwave unplugged, and one
last kiss for the blue-eyed boy.
She called her mother,
and her mother did not answer.
(But she did not expect her to.)
That evening she hid beneath
a blanket with her dog and told stories
about the good times and the bad times
(but mostly the bad times, and how
now there would never have to be
bad times ever again).
Then she went to bed, heart lighter
than light, winged with hope,
and woke up crying.
Monday, December 10, 2012
1. turn on radio.
2. hear the the following lyrics: “She’s in the Class A Team/Stuck in her daydream/Been this way since 18/But lately her face seems/Slowly sinking, wasting/Crumbling like pastries”
3. turn off radio.
just because you can use a simile doesn’t mean you should.
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
NaNoWriMo Part 83
Things that have cropped up in both of my NaNo novels:
- Men with unusual tattoos.
- People throwing up on themselves.
- Characters that are far too sassy.
- “Brisk” air being mentioned approximately 30 times.
- Jerks wearing very little clothing.
- Good luck charms.
- Halloween.
- Fog as a plot point.
- Breakfast pastries.
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