For the non-sexy part of today's update.
I am offended by how cold it is outside. OFFENDED.
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In my Spanish class we've read a couple of micro-cuentos by a few different authors. We just read one called Génesis that I really enjoyed. From what my teacher tells us, the micro-cuento (micro-story, like a short story but shorter) is a big genre in Spanish literature, one that she seems to be really fond of. I'm starting to fall in love with them, as well. Some are page length, but some are even shorter, as in: a sentence.
The most famous one, by far, which I'm sure a lot of you have already seen, goes as follows:
Cuando despertó, el dinosaurio todavía estaba allí.
Translated:
When she/he/it woke up, the dinosaur was still there. (Ambiguous subject FTW. Oh, man, this could totally be about an android that was dreaming of a dinosaur! That is my new canon.)
See, I feel like this a genre I could excel in. I could happily write one sentence stories all day long. Why is microfiction not more popular in English? Where would I go to get my 100-word-story collection published?
For our class diaries we also had to make sure that our entries went no longer than 100 words exactly, and I just kept thinking how drabble-writing has served me in learning to conserve my words. We actually had to write one of our own micro-cuentos for one of the diary entries, but we just turned them in and I don't have the corrected version on my computer yet. Ah, well, maybe I'll remember to post it later.
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I, for real, have exactly $1.51 to my name *and* I have no clean underwear. Omg, I fail at adulthood. And I don't get paid again until next Friday. Hello, Mr. Credit Card, you are my life preserver! *clings*
On the plus side, I have two Wanda Sykes DVDs courtesy of Netflix. I'm sorry, but how did I not realize before how cool she is? What's wrong with me?
Wow, is that really the time? No wonder I'm all randomly sleepy.
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In my Spanish class we've read a couple of micro-cuentos by a few different authors. We just read one called Génesis that I really enjoyed. From what my teacher tells us, the micro-cuento (micro-story, like a short story but shorter) is a big genre in Spanish literature, one that she seems to be really fond of. I'm starting to fall in love with them, as well. Some are page length, but some are even shorter, as in: a sentence.
The most famous one, by far, which I'm sure a lot of you have already seen, goes as follows:
Cuando despertó, el dinosaurio todavía estaba allí.
Translated:
When she/he/it woke up, the dinosaur was still there. (Ambiguous subject FTW. Oh, man, this could totally be about an android that was dreaming of a dinosaur! That is my new canon.)
See, I feel like this a genre I could excel in. I could happily write one sentence stories all day long. Why is microfiction not more popular in English? Where would I go to get my 100-word-story collection published?
For our class diaries we also had to make sure that our entries went no longer than 100 words exactly, and I just kept thinking how drabble-writing has served me in learning to conserve my words. We actually had to write one of our own micro-cuentos for one of the diary entries, but we just turned them in and I don't have the corrected version on my computer yet. Ah, well, maybe I'll remember to post it later.
*
I, for real, have exactly $1.51 to my name *and* I have no clean underwear. Omg, I fail at adulthood. And I don't get paid again until next Friday. Hello, Mr. Credit Card, you are my life preserver! *clings*
On the plus side, I have two Wanda Sykes DVDs courtesy of Netflix. I'm sorry, but how did I not realize before how cool she is? What's wrong with me?
Wow, is that really the time? No wonder I'm all randomly sleepy.
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