The year, she is over, eh
Dec. 9th, 2005 12:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pjthompsonI love anything that smacks of randomness, so I had to do this meme. In which you post your blog's first line of the first post of each month.
The year in review, as inspired by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
merebrilliante and prestoimp:
January
Gift
A day so happy.
Fog lifted early, I worked in the garden.
Hummingbirds were stopping over honeysuckle flowers.
There was no thing on earth I wanted to possess.
I knew no one worth my envying him.
Whatever evil I had suffered, I forgot.
To think that once I was the same man did not embarrass me.
In my body I felt no pain.
When straightening up, I saw the blue sea and sails.
--Czeslaw Milosz
Actual me: So, anyway, I posted the first chapter of the new novel, Night Warrior, to the workshop last week.
February
I so did not want to write today.
March
pjthompson
Your haiku: as if i'm waking
from a rip van winkle sleep
fortunately
Actual me: One person who read my novel, Shivery Bones, said the title made her think of pirates.
April
In 1976 - CAIUS, a nearly fifteen-hundred year old vampire, spends the day at home with his five-year-old daughter, OLWEN, but her mother is not around.
May
My hair was nearly to my waist at its longest point.
June
So the official word count on The Novel is now 90,000 words SMF.
July
I'm leaving work early today so I can go with my mom to a doctor's appointment.
August
(Subject: The petrified woman) Which subject line reminds me of the essay of the same name by Loren Eiseley from his book of essays, The Night Country (not to be confused with the novel of the same name by Stewart O'Nan).
September
I'm trying to live in the present tense, but mostly the present tense is just making me furious.
October
(Subject: Last time I was the Fool) (I drew the Moon as my Tarot card) Both work equally well for me.
Actual me: All right, because it beats packing more boxes...the first line meme of everything I'm currently working on.
November
So I was talking to one of my local betas yesterday about The Novel. "This one's really long," she said.
December
I'm sorry, Monsieur Sartre, were you saying something?
The year in review, as inspired by
merebrilliante and prestoimp:January
Gift
A day so happy.
Fog lifted early, I worked in the garden.
Hummingbirds were stopping over honeysuckle flowers.
There was no thing on earth I wanted to possess.
I knew no one worth my envying him.
Whatever evil I had suffered, I forgot.
To think that once I was the same man did not embarrass me.
In my body I felt no pain.
When straightening up, I saw the blue sea and sails.
--Czeslaw Milosz
Actual me: So, anyway, I posted the first chapter of the new novel, Night Warrior, to the workshop last week.
February
I so did not want to write today.
March
pjthompson
Your haiku: as if i'm waking
from a rip van winkle sleep
fortunately
Actual me: One person who read my novel, Shivery Bones, said the title made her think of pirates.
April
In 1976 - CAIUS, a nearly fifteen-hundred year old vampire, spends the day at home with his five-year-old daughter, OLWEN, but her mother is not around.
May
My hair was nearly to my waist at its longest point.
June
So the official word count on The Novel is now 90,000 words SMF.
July
I'm leaving work early today so I can go with my mom to a doctor's appointment.
August
(Subject: The petrified woman) Which subject line reminds me of the essay of the same name by Loren Eiseley from his book of essays, The Night Country (not to be confused with the novel of the same name by Stewart O'Nan).
September
I'm trying to live in the present tense, but mostly the present tense is just making me furious.
October
(Subject: Last time I was the Fool) (I drew the Moon as my Tarot card) Both work equally well for me.
Actual me: All right, because it beats packing more boxes...the first line meme of everything I'm currently working on.
November
So I was talking to one of my local betas yesterday about The Novel. "This one's really long," she said.
December
I'm sorry, Monsieur Sartre, were you saying something?