The Poetry Bonanza
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Three things I want to share:
1. On the continued topic of poetry, I have these three long ribbons in my office. When I hear or read something that really gets me, I write it down and pin it up. Some Kiss We Want is the top middle there. I couldn't decide which to pick to put up. :) My desk on the other side of ( Read more... )
Three things I want to share:
1. On the continued topic of poetry, I have these three long ribbons in my office. When I hear or read something that really gets me, I write it down and pin it up. Some Kiss We Want is the top middle there. I couldn't decide which to pick to put up. :) My desk on the other side of ( Read more... )
It's funny, poetry has never done a lot for me, though I was saying to Dyno earlier, that all these lovely pieces everyone's sharing is giving me some new perspective. However, song lyrics tend to stick with me that way - this is from Bruce Springsteen's "No Surrender":
Now I'm ready to grow young again
And hear your sister's voice, calling us home
Across the open yards,
Baby we could cut someplace of out own
With these drums and these guitars
Those lines evoke so many memories of my childhood - I can actually visualise my parents' neighborhood before everyone fenced in their yards - we would roam in packs through everyone's yards, and when one of us was called home, it was usually all of us. He has so many songs that do that for me, in so many different ways.
As for my favorite line that I've ever written, it's one probably no one would recognize, as it's from my published book, is that okay? I originally wrote this whole section at the very beginning of the story, intending to have the rest be told as a flashback, before I was told in no uncertain terms it would never work. But this whole sequence was not changed one letter from the very first time I put it down:
"The cape's a nice touch. Makes you look like Dracula."
He froze. He was going insane now, hearing her voice as if she were standing right behind him.
"Aren't you even going to say hello?"
He was losing his mind. It had finally happened. But he had to look. He couldn't help it. He turned.
On Satan's soul, she was standing before him. As beautiful as the day he'd met her. His heart slammed into his chest.
"Kat? Is it really you?"
She smiled and nodded, her eyes shining with pink-tinged tears. "It's me."
He reached out slowly, hesitantly, afraid if he touched her, the illusion would shatter. His fingers brushed against her cheek, the satin feel of her skin lifting the cloud of anguish which had held him these last days. For the first time in a week, he felt alive again.
I think this passage affects me so much, aside from the obvious reasons, is the fact that he is a vampire, so the heart-slamming, feeling alive bits I've always felt show so much about what this woman does to him. I've tried to capture that in Out of Control, and there are places I think I have, probably more later on than earlier. But then there are times I think I'm not even close.
I guess it's part of the paranoia and insecurity of being a writer, I guess.
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I'd love a paperback book! Let me know how much and I'll paypal you!
YAY!!!
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