Just a post to publicly promote homosexuality, which is fabulous, while I work out what I want to save from here and then how to do so and then close this account. Be homosexual. Go on. Or show love to some. Spread the word about how fantastic it is. Gayness is the BEST!
(And get FUCKING FURIOUS about the camps in Chechnya.)
This is just a teeny post to say Liberty Hall is running a Polish Challenge for stories aaaaalmost ready to sub. Do you have a tale to enter? I'm waiting for entries, so I think the deadline would have to be tomorrow. Let me know with comments here or at LH itself if you want to enter but may tarry more than 24 hours in prepping your tale for surgery...
From TL Morganfield's LJ page.
1. Go to page 77 (or 7) of your current ms
2. Go to line 7
3. Copy down the next 7 lines – sentences or paragraphs – and post them as they’re written. No cheating.
I hoped mine would be a deep character portrayal or some stunning description, instead I found myself in the middle of an action sequence:
...Petrofsky rose with the gutting knife in his hand, and I threw myself upon him.
He yelled as my weight hit him and we fell. His head thumped off the deck beneath me and his surprise turned instantly to rage. Luckily the knife had tumbled aside or he would have stabbed me, I am sure. Instead he twisted and threw me free. His fist flashed and my temple exploded with stars. I managed to land three punches of my own before firm hands tore us apart.
"What is this boys?" The Captain spat on the boards between us. His eyes flashed. "Who began this?"
I shook off the hands that gripped me. "He had a knife," I said, staring at the deck.
"I was not going to cut him," Petrofsky said. "I was going to show Olgaren how to gut fish..."
This is from "Chrysophile," my current novella, only a scant thousand words before I reach the end of draft zero and can begin to scrape it into a passable first draft...
Do you know how many deep and fascinating blog posts I think of while I'm in the carpentry? Ooooh, studies of grief, ideas about language, revelations about writing, posts about how ridiculous my cats are, about dreaming I met God (who was Jose Luis Zapatero, ex PM of Spain...)
And they all disappear into smoke whenever I sit down at the keyboard. I have writing and critting and playing of Skyrim to do...
If I was constantly connected, could access the net using eyeblinks and subvocalised commands, I could multi-task with the best of 'em. I'm sure the quality of my products would deteriorate, and I would probably go mad, but it seems very attractive at the mo. Ah, well. Earmuffs on, goggles and ipod, too. Off to earn my keep. We sold incredibly well yesterday at the market, so no day off for me this week. Got to train a new employee as I had to sack the last one when he didn't turn up or phone to let me know three times in a row... Ahh, here's the new one now... Must go.
I get a lot of random spam in my LJ comments. What's the point? Has anyone ever, ever, ever clicked a link a spammer has left in a comment?
But I've decided not to delete any spam posted in THIS post, just to see what builds up. If you comment here and are legit, I'll probably delete it. ;)
In other news, random bursts of creativity have resulted in a sculpture and a lot of words. I'll try to post about them soon.
Meanwhile, spam away.