After a harrowing week of revisions, my brain is ultimate mush. Thank goodness for weeks where the blog writes itself. Like today with yet another bad haiku*. #8 Water tortures me Threatening to cleanse my soul Alack! Bare me not * I need to start a new library of these, by the way. I have only two left. It’s tragic,
It’s Monday, Lurkdom and while I so desperately want to discuss what you can learn about writing from R Kelly, the day job keeps surprising me. Which is a good thing as that means my job is secure for another day. So, because I must be diligent, I’ll leave you to your day with another haiku.photo © 2006 D. Sharon
Remember how back in July I told you about my love of goth even though I laugh at how seriously bad the poems are? It’s time for Round 2. photo © 2009 Anya Driscoll | more info(via: Wylio) #2 Darkness falls around Tortured angels cowering In dusk green corpses Sorry it’s not Christmas-themed, but I did include the color green*.
While working on the precursor to FALLING TO NORMAL, I developed a character who was totally into the goth scene even though she was entirely too cheerful to fit the trope of “goth.” To better understand her, I began buying goth compilation CDs a lot. Around this time, my going out clothes and makeup turned a little more gothish as