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Post by PaperGrace on Aug 26, 2012 11:11:24 GMT -5
Darn missed another day.
Ah well.
Forward!
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Post by PaperGrace on Aug 26, 2012 11:34:23 GMT -5
Each twinkling light a beacon, calling to me from across the room. Effing Gaaaaaaah! I'll try again later.
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Post by scribbliz on Aug 26, 2012 11:40:09 GMT -5
papergrace HUGS! everyone has bad days I haven't actually written anythng in about three days now so I know how you feel BUt relax and breath, and remember, writing should be fun! maybe try writting something silly, something that makes you feel happy
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Post by readilygrey on Aug 26, 2012 12:01:29 GMT -5
Papergrace, I didn't realize you were posting actual writing in here, instead of just documenting that you had written something. I feel awful that I didn't read this sooner. Are these first drafts? They are so much more coherent than mine! If so I am very, very impressed! I love the anthropology bits you do. That was one of my favorite classes in college I've taken so far. I also really liked the line about the old woman and the loss of her curves, I'm so used to anything "childbearing" being a negative thing, it was thought provoking to read another angle. You gave me a heart attack with your drabble, nothing like having something start out with my own name, ha ha! I am going to pay more attention to this thread from now on.
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Post by PaperGrace on Aug 26, 2012 12:17:40 GMT -5
Yeah, I've just been writing straight into the reply box, trying to get something out every day. (So don't close the site, this is the only place these words exist.) So far nothing has had a plan or anything, just writing what pops into my head or using a random prompt. If I get to a point where I want to take off with something and turn it into anything beyond a discovery draft I'll do a revision and post it into a submissions thread. I wish Lucy would wake up already, I want to know what is going on there.
Today it seems like every time I try to write someone is screaming or wants to talk to me or some other something. I'm at the dining room table with the lappy, so I guess I should expect that, sitting in the hub of the house with Husband, The Manny, The Doctor, and The General all within a few feet of me. I really need to declutter our office so it can be used as an office. My writing desk is in there, but things are piled around it so I can barely get up to it, let alone sit down at it.
So Miss Alice, what was in that box?
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Post by PaperGrace on Aug 26, 2012 17:27:08 GMT -5
Take two (the boys are both sleeping, for now). Fanfic
Chani Banished to memory, yet here I sit, witnessing the world through the eyes that cost me my life's water to birth. My little daughter sees much, and she asks me to explain things to her as she grows. She is a true Freman, and I hold back nothing that she wishes to know. She is separate, alien to those around her, neither a child nor an adult, close only to her brother, my little Leto. How I wish to hold them both, but especially my son, the living son of a living god. Though prescience is not mine to wield I know that he will walk a path much harder than the one his father treads. I know that I am there too, behind the eyes of my son. These children are a part of me, and of he that I loved more faithfully than any his religion has produced. Memory. Those who have not awakened think of me as memory, it is all their minds can fathom. This child carries me within her, my real and whole self, lacking only a body of my own. The me that lives within my son is also my whole and real self, though we have seen different things, each accompanying our beloved child, children, through threads of thought, riding their dreams, we have each grown with them, separate wholes, complete. We are both me, not Chani-who-was-and-now-is, just me.
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Post by Freedom on Aug 26, 2012 17:55:07 GMT -5
Wow, PaperGrace, you DO have ink for blood.
I was so totally taken up with the first one that now I'm really pissed at her for losing her wits instead of doing what they asked!
Ok, now -- I find the second one disturbing BECAUSE I don't want to imagine my own mom riding around with me forever and seeing everything I see. eep. Though, if your mom's gonna be the voice in your head, I guess she has to see what to yell at ya for lolol
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Post by PaperGrace on Aug 26, 2012 18:10:33 GMT -5
I know! Me too! I'm like G----mnit Helen! We all thought you could handle this!
The second one is a Dune thing, it gets scary, because the stronger personalities within the ancestral memory can take control of their descendants. At one point in the saga Ghanima (the unnamed child in my blurb) relies too heavily on her mother (Chani) and her twin brother (Leto II) has to channel their father (Paul Atreides/Muad'Dib) to talk her down and get the child back! Frank Herbert's son co-wrote more Dune books with another author, so it can be tricky to remember how this works (there are some inconsistencies).
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Post by PaperGrace on Aug 29, 2012 13:04:09 GMT -5
Sparrowlet: XXXA XXXB xxxxxxxb xxxxxxxa xxxxxxxb xxxxxxxa XXXB XXXA Late Summer brings the rush of Fall, each creature marking Autumn's call. The meadow cricket's urgent strings to woo and wed in nature's thrall; and task completed now he sings-- the rush of Fall, late Summer brings. Ok, so the opening and closing are a bit of a stretch, but it was a fun first try at a Sparrowlet! Must it be banished to the blog for adult content? ;D Tis the season to stay up late listening to our tiny neighbors gettin' it on before the cold sets in!
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Post by scribbliz on Aug 29, 2012 14:18:06 GMT -5
lol! i thought this with really good It flowed nicely, and was really kinda sweet
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Post by PaperGrace on Aug 29, 2012 14:44:58 GMT -5
;D Maybe I'll write a bunch of verses all about the end of Summer giggety of various critters. I'll use flowery words, but it will all be naughty!
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Post by scribbliz on Aug 29, 2012 15:03:16 GMT -5
rofl! that made me laugh! I can't wait to read them
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Post by PaperGrace on Sept 2, 2012 11:16:53 GMT -5
From the perspective of The Doctor, based on eerie true events:
Despite my protests that I am not at all tired, Mommy turns out the lights. We lay on each side of her, little brother nursing, me twisting the sheets in my hands. I ask her for the rainbow song and she sings it for me, annoying me by starting from the very beginning instead of the part I like. "When all the world is a hopeless jumble, and the rain drops tumble all around; Heaven opens a magic lane." "No Mommy, do the rainbow." "When all the clouds darken up the sky-way, there's a rainbow highway to be found--leading from your window pane, to a place behind the sun, just a step beyond the rain." "Step on the rain!" Mommy laughs as she continues, finally, the good part! "Somewhere, over the rainbow, way up high..." "Mommy, who is that man?" "...there's a land that I heard of once in a lullabye." "Mommy, why is that man there?" "What man Snuggs?" "That man." I point to the tall figure standing next to our bedroom door. He is watching her carefully in the dark, his eyes following her movements as she detaches my sleeping brother from her breast and rolls over to join me. "Silly boy, there's no one here. It's just us. Daddy won't be home until late tonight, remember?" I sigh, "No, its not Daddy." The man stays in his place, between the door and the dresser, half in shadow. "He's right there." I point again. Can she not see him in the dim light from the alarm clock? If only there were a window in here, she'd have some moonlight to see by, or a street light or something. Why is she so calm? "I want window." "Buddy, there aren't any windows in here, you can't be seeing a man in the window." "Noooo! Not window." How is it that she knows what I'm going to do before I do it, but can't seem to understand me when I speak? It's so frustrating. And why isn't she telling me who this man is, or telling him to go away? "Go away. I don't want you." "Oh Snuggie, Mommy's not going anywhere. If you don't want to snuggle you can go sleep in your own bed." "Not my own bed. I don't want that man." "Snug, there is no one there. Just go to sleep." Mommy turns her back to me, adjusts the pillows again so that my brother will stay put. I can tell she's pretending to go to sleep. The man takes a few steps closer to the bed, still watching her. She stiffens, turns her head a bit and squints into the darkness. I can hear her heartbeat pick up. She pulls her feet up to meet mine, pulls her body as far up toward the head of the bed as she can; away from the man. He scowls and takes a few steps closer. Mommy gives a nervous chuckle. "Buddy, you have to stop squirming around so, you're making too much noise." "Not me Mommy, the man." "There's no one here." "That man is here." Mommy lunges for the lamp as the man climbs over the foot-board, her heart pounding so hard I can hear it through the mattress. We are all blinded momentarily by the bulb. "See buddy! There's no one there." The relief in her voice is obvious. "You were really starting to freak me out." The lamp stays on until Daddy comes home.
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Post by readilygrey on Sept 2, 2012 19:08:42 GMT -5
This turned out very nice, especially for a daily writing session! You must do the bulk of your editing before your fingers touch the keyboard I would have left the light on too My two year old, Brains as we call him, forced me to sing the first line over and over in Baa Baa Black Sheep tonight, ha ha, very accurate.
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Post by PaperGrace on Sept 2, 2012 19:59:44 GMT -5
Thanks. I like trying to write something every day, but it's weird not knowing what is going to come out. When I'm done I scan the thing quickly to see if there are typos or if I changed something further down and need to swap out a detail in the beginning to match. That's about it. Why things hatch out so whole I do not know. I wish I could direct it more firmly. I really would like to figure out how to plan something ahead of time, I'm getting more and more nervous about nanowrimo... it appears that I can write nearly every day, but not stay on topic. I have no idea where to go with the Lucy story that I started for example.
The Doctor really freaked me out. His favorite 'song' is two verses long, he wants to hear it over and over until he falls asleep.
It's sleeping time for Benjamin so close your eyes, and nod your chin it's sleeping time for Benjamin!
It's sleeping time for Benjamin so close your eyes, let dreams begin it's sleeping time for Benjamin!
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