I have fallen in love with the haiku generator. I must be stopped. My natural speech/writing patterns seem to lend themselves to recombinant phrasing
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I love the picture of you at six. You still have the same great smile. :-)
I also love how you describe the smell of your muse - the ocean scents are so real, reminding me of nights on the island when I'd lay awake listening to the mournful song of the lighthouse and the rhythmic clatter of the pebbles on the shoreline as the tide rolled over them.
And this line, in keeping with the recent view you afforded us of your desk, simply makes me grin: If it smells like vinyl action figures, I am in for a ride.
I'll never manage to catch up with you and your collection, but I did find Boromir (FotR from ToyBiz), the Helm's Deep Aragorn and TTT Éomer. I have Éomer and Aragorn drawing swords together - and you know that I am referring to Éomer's words at Helm's Deep (in the book). I missed their interaction so much in the movies. Maybe someday there will be the miniseries that will have the time to explore all the relationships, just as Tolkien wrote them.
I am always surprised to find that anyone I don't know is reading my fic. I wish I could run my stories through the haikugen. I wonder if it is worth the work of setting up a fiction journal just so I can?
I'm usually quite content to be a reader, but this is one of the times I wish I could be a writer. These are beautiful. I love them all but I remember a day (and a boy, ah) long, long ago: He smells like the wind off the ocean when it blows so hard you dare not open your mouth lest you drown; beach plums and clamshells tumbled into beads. Thank you.
I remember those days (and hmm, a boy as well) I grew up minutes from the ocean. It is the only thing I miss about the life I traded for Jim. I spent every moment I could in the water - its a wonder the prune wrinkles have gone. I think I rather outed myself writing these muse moments - I have quite fallen in love with Tuor - but I do think of him as first age Faramir.
I am in awe! Those fragments of sensory prose are absolutely mind-blowing - so evocative - so beautiful. Makes me cringe with envy and despair of matching their like.
I just had a moment where I could not resist outing myself over how much I am in love with my muses.
I have always used sense impressions in my writing - I think smell is like time travel! I have it in my dreams, and most of my writing comes directly from the brain stem. I was really surprised how many people were surprised when I first wrote about Faramir's dreams and they hinged on scents. (the scent of gold and cinnamon, in Arrow....)
these small sense moments come to me like poems. It is plot I long for, a place to use them...
But I don't think I'll ever produce truly lyrical expression - I do so very much enjoy the way you capture all the sensory facets of the moment in a few phrases that are indeed poetic. Scent is a tremendous generator of memories, an evocation of moods and place you are amazing at interpreting.
My bread-and-butter writing [the sort I plan to do] has to be all about plot and structure - if you 'can't see it, you can't write it', is the mantra. Drabbles are my secret sweeties [er...candy]!
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I really loved these. Marc is right on the money, but i can't tell you howe relieved i am that you didn't go the full Rich Corinthian Leather.
i just types Rich Corinthian Lather. Even scarier really.
Be seeing you,
:)Lee
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I am pleased you liked them. Nothing I wrote seems done to me lately - I am in a constant state of "I should have said..."
Rich Corinthian Leather (lather too, for that matter) just didn't seem - rich enough - for Marc.
Looking forward to actually seeing you...
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I also love how you describe the smell of your muse - the ocean scents are so real, reminding me of nights on the island when I'd lay awake listening to the mournful song of the lighthouse and the rhythmic clatter of the pebbles on the shoreline as the tide rolled over them.
And this line, in keeping with the recent view you afforded us of your desk, simply makes me grin:
If it smells like vinyl action figures, I am in for a ride.
I'll never manage to catch up with you and your collection, but I did find Boromir (FotR from ToyBiz), the Helm's Deep Aragorn and TTT Éomer. I have Éomer and Aragorn drawing swords together - and you know that I am referring to Éomer's words at Helm's Deep (in the book). I missed their interaction so much in the movies. Maybe someday there will be the miniseries that will have the time to explore all the relationships, just as Tolkien wrote them.
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I love that vinyl action figure smell. And i think Chris may have passed me in the number of figures collected....
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That is so beautiful.
And the haikugen is addictive. I play with it every now and then; the particular appeal of this meme is that it works from one's own material...
Also, I wanted to ask if you mind if I friend you. I love your fic.
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I am always surprised to find that anyone I don't know is reading my fic. I wish I could run my stories through the haikugen. I wonder if it is worth the work of setting up a fiction journal just so I can?
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I've read your work on FFnet and HASA, that's where I know you from. ^^
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He smells like the wind off the ocean when it blows so hard you dare not open your mouth lest you drown; beach plums and clamshells tumbled into beads.
Thank you.
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I just had a moment where I could not resist outing myself over how much I am in love with my muses.
I have always used sense impressions in my writing - I think smell is like time travel! I have it in my dreams, and most of my writing comes directly from the brain stem. I was really surprised how many people were surprised when I first wrote about Faramir's dreams and they hinged on scents. (the scent of gold and cinnamon, in Arrow....)
these small sense moments come to me like poems. It is plot I long for, a place to use them...
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But I don't think I'll ever produce truly lyrical expression - I do so very much enjoy the way you capture all the sensory facets of the moment in a few phrases that are indeed poetic. Scent is a tremendous generator of memories, an evocation of moods and place you are amazing at interpreting.
My bread-and-butter writing [the sort I plan to do] has to be all about plot and structure - if you 'can't see it, you can't write it', is the mantra. Drabbles are my secret sweeties [er...candy]!
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