I have found the most gorgeous idea. I'm not sure that it's practical for everyday living, but this reproduction of the Jane Austenian-era traveling desk is my current obsession. I love the polished dark wood. And the brass name plate? Ahhhh, icing on the Regency cake. Unfortunately, I can't upload a picture, but the link will take you to the website where there are plenty of pictures.
I admit, my recent win at Deadline Dame's ROD (still so excited) has given me a curious sort of lethargic energy- contented and plump for the satisfaction, lean and shrewish with the desire to win more contests, especially ones structured in the manner of ROD. So I have been scouting around the internet (wonderful beast that it is) and I have found myself extremely discontent with the websites that I've found. An early object in life was "Appearance is the #1 feature to make a sale," and I find it still holds true in everything. So when I look at a potential resource, I want to see a professional, organized website. Unfortunately, most of the sites I stumble across do not have that sort of navigability, and I often dismiss them without further ado. The sites themselves may be very worthy, and full of valuable information, but the appearance gives a different impression, and that impression is the key operative in a internet-driven world. So tonight I again resolve to make my blogs and my website the ultimate resource for new writers, the sort that I wish that I could have found long ago.
Incidentally, I have found a few monthly contests that look promising, but my favorite might always be ROD. The deadline for ROD #7 is today at midnight, and I determined as a matter of principle to enter again, even if the likelihood of winning twice in a row is zil. However, I had fun writing, and more importantly, I wrote.
Enjoy:
I was fiercely determined not to judge Caleb for his beat up matchbox of a car, because, after all, this was my first ever make-out session. On the other hand, this was my first make-out session EVER, and I deserved to be able to tell my grandkids that it was somewhere cooler than in this trashed Pinto, even if it was with legend hottie Caleb Jones. Who was currently sitting next to me, barely 6 inches away (cramped cars are good for something!), and looking extremely... hot. As per usual. I tried to not to fidget in anticipation, but my skirt had hiked up when I climbed in, and now looked on the shady side of trashy, winter tights or no. Which was not the impression I wanted to give, even if I was shamelessly only sitting here in order to get kissed. A multiple number of times. Hopefully.
Please, God, if you exist, can't you see fit to give me a little bit of action?
Right Now:
What I'm listening to: Taylor Swift's "Hey Stephen"
What I want most: More ROD-like contests. Do you know any? Leave me a comment!
Hello!
It's early for me, isn't it? Posting on the correct date, and before 8 or 9 pm? Wow. lol.
Anyways, I just wanted to let everyone know that I have been updating my website! I actually added a couple of things, so it's worth going over and checking it out. I needed to update for a really long time, but I never do. So the goal for the next few months is to really expand the resources that I have there. More excerpts, more poetry, more everything, more more more.
So I have posted there today a few poems. One poem I'm also sharing here, because I want to use my time today working instead of blogging. So enjoy the poem, and be sure to go to the website for the others!
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This is a poem that I submitted to a flarf poetry contest. I didn't win, but I'm staggeringly proud of this piece. I've done a little bit of research into the flarf form, and I'm really interested. I would submit this poem again, but unfortunately it's not "true" flarf. Therefore, enjoy!
"Poetry.com"
I would (if I could)
oooh, YES!!!!! I would- submit, lie down, die
sooooooo (yet on the other hand)
I can’t – damn. Damn, damn, damn.
n.m. = nevermind
you really wouldn’t understand (tear, cry, sigh, RAGE!!!)
once again my dreams-those shady, shady things
fall to pieces like snow
WHITE WHITE WHITE
or gasp! Like ash from the fire
Mt. Vesuvius fire, of my burning desire
for everything… and yet nothing at all
WHOOOOOOOOSH!
Goes the siren of life
That one remaining sign
The indicator, the world’s heartless placator
If you life goes to hell in a handbasket
-A tisket, a tasket! Green and yellow baskets-
Superman will be there to save you after all.
After all, this is Hollywood babe…… (wink)
Poof. The magician disappears in the end.
Winter 2007
Right Now:
What I'm listening to: "This Celloid Dream" by A.F.I.
What I want most: Sleep.
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