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I'm writing this post to inform everyone who cares-- EVERYONE, that the icontest is going on at
messe_love , so please join the community and have some fun. :)
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I'm participating in this monthly/weekly (there's one prompt a week, but you have to be in the top half of writers during the week to write for the next week) writing contest type thing over at
brigits_flame. My last drabble post, "Forward," was written for this week's prompt, "Heavy." Voting starts Friday, and I'd like to say, please vote for me (or other people whose writing you fancy) and consider joining the community. :D
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As of this moment, no more prompts for the 100 prompts table are done. I am working on them, but for some reason I can't really concentrate. Probably a little case of writer's block, but I doubt there will be a serious drought.
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Which reminds me. I wanted to do that writer's block yesterday about first lines of a book that just gripped me. There's probably much better that I've read, but this is the one that popped into my head when I read the question: "Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendia was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice." This is from One Hundred Years of Solitude, by Gabriel Garcia Marquez, (originally published in Spanish). This is probably THE SINGLE MOST EPIC book I have ever read. It follows not one man, but a whole family of men (and women), and the life that is slowly crumbling around them. It's written around the rise and fall of a fictional town called Macondo (Marquez's metaphor of Colombia), and discusses the social, political and milital divide of a country and the consequences of its actions. Don't let my bland description of it deter you; it's EPIC. There is no other word I can use to describe it wholly. It's beautifully innocent and heartwrenchingly cruel at the same time and all you can do is have some kind of delusional hope that all will be well when you already know how it ends.
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And since one of the motifs of this novel is incest, I have to send a shout out to
cherrypoptarts and
ovidien, who wrote an amazing incest fic. Honestly, I don't like it in fiction, only partly because it's incest, but mostly because the overriding theme in so much of the incest stories I've read is angsting over being related to the person you're having sex with. This piece is organic, much like the incest scene between the twins in The God of Small Things, by Arundhati Roy (also a good read, but I've heard it's a hit-or-miss), though they're somewhat different in what drives the scenes.
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Anyway, I hung out with this friend who I used to be very close to but we went separate ways for high school, so kind of lost touch yesterday. We've stayed friend's though, and it was a lot of fun talking to her. We talked a lot about college, hopes and fears about how we're going to be perceived. That, along with reading a couple entries from the newly spotlighted community about nightmare roommates (I can't remember the name) is kind of making me afraid, haha. I'm going to be rooming with this girl who I have known all through high school. She's very nice and quiet, but we're not close at all; sometimes talking to her feels somewhat awkward. I feel like I would be the roommate that she would complain about on LJ (if she had one), because I'm messy (she's neat), don't study (she does, a lot), and am pretty weird. But I really want us to become good friends, so I dunno. I'm hoping it'll be cool, like that we'll be able to do stuff together without getting on each other's nerves. I don't know how much I should keep myself a distance so she doesn't feel crowded or to talk to her so we can be friends. Wow, that was a long paragraph, so I'm going to stop angsting now. Lol.
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<33!
messe_love , so please join the community and have some fun. :)
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I'm participating in this monthly/weekly (there's one prompt a week, but you have to be in the top half of writers during the week to write for the next week) writing contest type thing over at
brigits_flame. My last drabble post, "Forward," was written for this week's prompt, "Heavy." Voting starts Friday, and I'd like to say, please vote for me (or other people whose writing you fancy) and consider joining the community. :D
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As of this moment, no more prompts for the 100 prompts table are done. I am working on them, but for some reason I can't really concentrate. Probably a little case of writer's block, but I doubt there will be a serious drought.
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Which reminds me. I wanted to do that writer's block yesterday about first lines of a book that just gripped me. There's probably much better that I've read, but this is the one that popped into my head when I read the question: "Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendia was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice." This is from One Hundred Years of Solitude, by Gabriel Garcia Marquez, (originally published in Spanish). This is probably THE SINGLE MOST EPIC book I have ever read. It follows not one man, but a whole family of men (and women), and the life that is slowly crumbling around them. It's written around the rise and fall of a fictional town called Macondo (Marquez's metaphor of Colombia), and discusses the social, political and milital divide of a country and the consequences of its actions. Don't let my bland description of it deter you; it's EPIC. There is no other word I can use to describe it wholly. It's beautifully innocent and heartwrenchingly cruel at the same time and all you can do is have some kind of delusional hope that all will be well when you already know how it ends.
__
And since one of the motifs of this novel is incest, I have to send a shout out to
cherrypoptarts and
ovidien, who wrote an amazing incest fic. Honestly, I don't like it in fiction, only partly because it's incest, but mostly because the overriding theme in so much of the incest stories I've read is angsting over being related to the person you're having sex with. This piece is organic, much like the incest scene between the twins in The God of Small Things, by Arundhati Roy (also a good read, but I've heard it's a hit-or-miss), though they're somewhat different in what drives the scenes.
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Anyway, I hung out with this friend who I used to be very close to but we went separate ways for high school, so kind of lost touch yesterday. We've stayed friend's though, and it was a lot of fun talking to her. We talked a lot about college, hopes and fears about how we're going to be perceived. That, along with reading a couple entries from the newly spotlighted community about nightmare roommates (I can't remember the name) is kind of making me afraid, haha. I'm going to be rooming with this girl who I have known all through high school. She's very nice and quiet, but we're not close at all; sometimes talking to her feels somewhat awkward. I feel like I would be the roommate that she would complain about on LJ (if she had one), because I'm messy (she's neat), don't study (she does, a lot), and am pretty weird. But I really want us to become good friends, so I dunno. I'm hoping it'll be cool, like that we'll be able to do stuff together without getting on each other's nerves. I don't know how much I should keep myself a distance so she doesn't feel crowded or to talk to her so we can be friends. Wow, that was a long paragraph, so I'm going to stop angsting now. Lol.
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<33!