a satin assassin
There's a circus on my street! In the big field that I usually cut across to go to the grocery store. Red and gold wagons and tinkly music and horses and stuff. huh. In the store, I heard It's Gonna Be Me on the radio, and then the announcer, with fine Olympic fervor, pointed out that it's Stefan Holm's favorite song to jump to. Did I say I could not love him more? No, I didn't, actually, which seems to be just as well. love!
I made filters to try to catch up on my lj reading; I doubt I'll ever get through all the communities, but I might catch up on people. I hope. I was quite struck by this post from hesychasm about writing orgasms and making the description vivid; every time I try to write an orgasm, lately (by which I mean the past few years or so...) I feel reduced to starkness and minimalism. It's the same old song all over again. I know those verbs from somewhere. I've seen those adjectives before. But I love the exhortation to writers to drive a freight train through an orgasm, and maybe it's time to shake out those tired old words and turn them inside out and make them come out new. maybe.
Tired old words when I try to use them to write, I mean. I have no issues with other people's orgasms. :)
I made filters to try to catch up on my lj reading; I doubt I'll ever get through all the communities, but I might catch up on people. I hope. I was quite struck by this post from hesychasm about writing orgasms and making the description vivid; every time I try to write an orgasm, lately (by which I mean the past few years or so...) I feel reduced to starkness and minimalism. It's the same old song all over again. I know those verbs from somewhere. I've seen those adjectives before. But I love the exhortation to writers to drive a freight train through an orgasm, and maybe it's time to shake out those tired old words and turn them inside out and make them come out new. maybe.
Tired old words when I try to use them to write, I mean. I have no issues with other people's orgasms. :)