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pjthompsonSoundtrack of the day: That old Tears for Fears song:
Feed my soul, warm my heart
Stay with me, let loving start, let loving start
In endless rotation in my mind, I'm afraid.
Who needs an iPod?
Then again, I could randomize the songs on the iPod.
Things I thought of blogging about today: The temptation of buying a new memory stick (or rather, having my boyfriend, Mr. Visa, buy it).
Why I didn't blog it: Foolish purchase, foolish blog.
Typo of note: my boyfiend, Mr. Visa (maybe that isn't a typo)
Grumblement of the day: I picked up one of those Christine Feehan books with Dark in the title—Dark Symphony, I think it was. After about ten pages, I threw it into the book recycle bag. It was just so amateurish! I couldn't believe it.
Not an actual quote but very much in the style of: "Byron was a man who flew all around the world killing the vampires who were the enemies of his people. He blamed himself for his failure, but the one light in his life was Antonietta, who was blind but played the most beautiful music. It drew him in as nothing else and made him resist the evil hunger that could turn him into the walking dead." Page after page of this kind of narration, and even after the action started, paragraph after paragraph of narration.
And she's on the bestseller list.
Walk not that pathway, Pam! It leads to the Land of Madwriters with pencils stuck in their heads to ease the swelling of their brains.
What else do they have in the Land of Madwriters, class? Prehensile fingers, certainly, for simultaneous typing on multiple keyboards to finish all those manuscripts locked in their footlockers.
Thank God It's Friday. I only wish it was Friday-er.
Feed my soul, warm my heart
Stay with me, let loving start, let loving start
In endless rotation in my mind, I'm afraid.
Who needs an iPod?
Then again, I could randomize the songs on the iPod.
Things I thought of blogging about today: The temptation of buying a new memory stick (or rather, having my boyfriend, Mr. Visa, buy it).
Why I didn't blog it: Foolish purchase, foolish blog.
Typo of note: my boyfiend, Mr. Visa (maybe that isn't a typo)
Grumblement of the day: I picked up one of those Christine Feehan books with Dark in the title—Dark Symphony, I think it was. After about ten pages, I threw it into the book recycle bag. It was just so amateurish! I couldn't believe it.
Not an actual quote but very much in the style of: "Byron was a man who flew all around the world killing the vampires who were the enemies of his people. He blamed himself for his failure, but the one light in his life was Antonietta, who was blind but played the most beautiful music. It drew him in as nothing else and made him resist the evil hunger that could turn him into the walking dead." Page after page of this kind of narration, and even after the action started, paragraph after paragraph of narration.
And she's on the bestseller list.
Walk not that pathway, Pam! It leads to the Land of Madwriters with pencils stuck in their heads to ease the swelling of their brains.
What else do they have in the Land of Madwriters, class? Prehensile fingers, certainly, for simultaneous typing on multiple keyboards to finish all those manuscripts locked in their footlockers.
Thank God It's Friday. I only wish it was Friday-er.
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Date: 2005-07-09 12:54 am (UTC)*lol* whatever happened to "show, don't tell?"