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30_kisses. My pairs are
-Killua and Gon (Hunter x Hunter)
-Sasuke and Hinata (Naruto)
WHAT WAS I THINKING. I'll have to write a drabble for each every month. Reasonable, yes, until you remember that I average two drabbles total in a month (if I'm lucky). For KilluaGon I'm writing nothing but fluff and for SasuHina nothing but DARK AND TRAGIC ANGST. I'm sure there are ways and ways to avoid the "must include a kiss" requirement, too.
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If you aren't on thedeath_note friendlist but do follow the comic and like meta, there's an article you might want to read.
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I thought I'd put up part of an old pet project of mine. The idea was that I'd write a paragraph about an author using the writing style of that author, and I'd do 52 different authors and call it "52 Author Pickup". But I lost interest and only finished four.
1) If we're talikng about essayists, Joan Didion is pretty good. Was pretty good? She wrote about Haight-Ashbery in her thirties, she must be seventy by now. Her prose is a series of immediate images, flashes written on napkins in hotel lobbies before being pressed between the neat pages of an empty spiral notebook and forgotten or else mailed to her old (now empty) apparment in Southern California. Three months later she will find them on her doorstop posmarked return to sender, and recall them with absolute clarity.
2) Douglas Adams lead a strange life. That is to say, he lead an almost alarmingly normal life, and after it ended the single most interesting thing in his biography was an excerpt from the Hitchhiker's Guide. I mean, let's not frolick about the facts here: this was a man who basically enjoyed long soaks in the tub, maybe some toast with jam now and then, occasionally a drive to market. Most of his fans will not have been surprised to learn of this, although perhaps a few of the more unfortunately ideological ones will have been disappointed.
Even if it was a rather spectacular excerpt.
3) There is an old desk in a badly-lit room. On this desk is a clock (the first ever made smaller than an unabridged dictionary), an antique gold-plated fountain pen once belonging to Sir Isaac Newton, and the long-lost last work of Homer, in Arabic, which has been miraculously recovered from the decaying library of an intensely private Sheik. The writer Jorge Luis Borges, upon being told that he will only be allowed to take one of these remarkable objects away with him, declines the offer; for he, more than anyone, knows that a metaphor can never aquire the solid weight of reality.
4) I'm a new author, so I don't rate more than a passing glance from the ladies in the back of the room. Those ladies make keeping your hair up look easy, but trust me it's not. You have to tilt your head, sort of, like you're thinking, and what you're think about is how to keep your hair from falling down. At this point the party was the single most frustrating experience of my life, crowded, overdone, and silly. There was a lot of inane conversation and the only interesting things were the ones no one took seriously.
"Delia Marshall Turner!" somebody called. I turned.
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I've pretty much given up on the "52" idea, but if anyone else wants to do another author that would be very, very cool.
30_kisses. My pairs are-Killua and Gon (Hunter x Hunter)
-Sasuke and Hinata (Naruto)
WHAT WAS I THINKING. I'll have to write a drabble for each every month. Reasonable, yes, until you remember that I average two drabbles total in a month (if I'm lucky). For KilluaGon I'm writing nothing but fluff and for SasuHina nothing but DARK AND TRAGIC ANGST. I'm sure there are ways and ways to avoid the "must include a kiss" requirement, too.
***
If you aren't on the
death_note friendlist but do follow the comic and like meta, there's an article you might want to read. ***
I thought I'd put up part of an old pet project of mine. The idea was that I'd write a paragraph about an author using the writing style of that author, and I'd do 52 different authors and call it "52 Author Pickup". But I lost interest and only finished four.
1) If we're talikng about essayists, Joan Didion is pretty good. Was pretty good? She wrote about Haight-Ashbery in her thirties, she must be seventy by now. Her prose is a series of immediate images, flashes written on napkins in hotel lobbies before being pressed between the neat pages of an empty spiral notebook and forgotten or else mailed to her old (now empty) apparment in Southern California. Three months later she will find them on her doorstop posmarked return to sender, and recall them with absolute clarity.
2) Douglas Adams lead a strange life. That is to say, he lead an almost alarmingly normal life, and after it ended the single most interesting thing in his biography was an excerpt from the Hitchhiker's Guide. I mean, let's not frolick about the facts here: this was a man who basically enjoyed long soaks in the tub, maybe some toast with jam now and then, occasionally a drive to market. Most of his fans will not have been surprised to learn of this, although perhaps a few of the more unfortunately ideological ones will have been disappointed.
Even if it was a rather spectacular excerpt.
3) There is an old desk in a badly-lit room. On this desk is a clock (the first ever made smaller than an unabridged dictionary), an antique gold-plated fountain pen once belonging to Sir Isaac Newton, and the long-lost last work of Homer, in Arabic, which has been miraculously recovered from the decaying library of an intensely private Sheik. The writer Jorge Luis Borges, upon being told that he will only be allowed to take one of these remarkable objects away with him, declines the offer; for he, more than anyone, knows that a metaphor can never aquire the solid weight of reality.
4) I'm a new author, so I don't rate more than a passing glance from the ladies in the back of the room. Those ladies make keeping your hair up look easy, but trust me it's not. You have to tilt your head, sort of, like you're thinking, and what you're think about is how to keep your hair from falling down. At this point the party was the single most frustrating experience of my life, crowded, overdone, and silly. There was a lot of inane conversation and the only interesting things were the ones no one took seriously.
"Delia Marshall Turner!" somebody called. I turned.
***
I've pretty much given up on the "52" idea, but if anyone else wants to do another author that would be very, very cool.