Shocking as it is, I didn't miss work at all while on vacation. I find I miss it even less on returning. :P
Thankfully, the flist comes through with distractions. Snagged from
turps33:
Post the first line from your 25 most recent fanfics and try to find a pattern.
Instead of looking at fic, I went through my fan poetry. Since my first line is often just a couple of words, I snagged everything up to the first period/ question mark.
1) Gerard’s dreaming,
Only half-asleep.
2) No matter what he says to Sawyer,
Jack is glad for helmet laws.
3) Key and cuffs click
open in harmony as
the wing shears away.
4) Frustration streams upward,
steam curling in chill air.
5) The first thing
God created was the pen,
that he might record
Creation’s order.
6) Hand
palm flat
against curved glass.
7) Low, continual buzz
of needles darting in,
marking Dean's flesh
with hornet toned
determination.
8) Your hands
fist around
worm between
stones mouthed smooth,
calluses searching out
the toothy edge.
9) You enter in, the low mutter expected.
10) Fingers
clutch the wood, rounded
handle worn and
an echo of other tools
whip butt
pistol grip
this, just a
spike of steel,
meant for frozen duty.
11) Golden consolation
the second place
award, liquid fire on his tongue
as she walks out the door.
12) He lived in the margins,
hidden in white paper
sun-bleached, long past the brush
of fingers... the ghost turned
inward.
13) Percussion of descent;
pebbles patter
plink and roll
cry treachery under
his soles.
14) Hooded in night,
firelight reveal
of jaw and chin,
Strong curves softened
by stubble.
15) Fingers flex
and sink into tan,
into white
indentations from past
possessions linger.
16) Grief tastes
like grape Popsicles left in the
sun too long, don't you
think?
17) An empty jar has no meaning
For most, just more
rubbish destined for abandonment.
18) Sky:
Cerulean above,
the weeping bowl spills over.
19) Gil Grissom follows simplicity -
The least resistant path.
20)
He checks, re-checks
Copper in his pocket
Coins in the Impala’s ashtray
One in his bag
One in Sam’s pack
Two with his Dad.
21) Birds are easy.
22) slipping fingers in the cracks between
reaching under the door
around the juncture of
broken and eroded
he hangs on.
23)Coin slip
between thumb and forefinger.
24) Blackberry bite
Jack is drunk on taste
slick slide
of lips,
tongue, teeth
clash.
25) Scissors
heavy in hand,
he passes them over
no reluctance betrayed
in release.
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This doesn't tell me anything new - I've an obsession with hands and fingers, and mouths, tongues, lips. there's a decent amount of action/ movement/ noise in my verse. I had a brief love affair with second person POV. My love of alliteration, on the other hand, just continues to grow.
ETA: A bit of added fun - a fandom count! Bandom - 1; Buffy - 1; CSI - 1; Indiana Jones - 1; Lost -15; Sandman [crossover] - 1; Supernatural- 4 ; Sylum [multi-fandom] - 1; U2 -1. Which... isn't really a good sampling of what I have kicking around.
For fun, I culled these down to just the first lines, even if it was just a word.
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Gerard’s dreaming,
No matter what he says to Sawyer,
Key and cuffs click
Frustration streams upward,
The first thing
Hand
Low, continual buzz
Your hands
You enter in, the low mutter expected.
Fingers
Golden consolation
He lived in the margins,
Hooded in night,
Percussion of descent;
Fingers flex
Grief tastes
An empty jar has no meaning
Sky:
Gil Grissom follows simplicity -
He checks, re-checks
Birds are easy.
slipping fingers in the cracks between
Coin slip
Blackberry bite
Scissors
And that will be the only time you see Gerard Way, Sawyer and Gil Grissom in a single poem shaped thing. :D
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It's a little unnerving, seeing how far back I had to dig for poetry. You'd think I wasn't writing or something...