Back in December, New York Magazine had a neat page that featured the writing of people all over Manhattan. The reporters had approached “laptop-using strangers in Starbucks … and asked them to show us the sentence they were working on.” Cool, huh? The results ranged from cover letters to rap lyrics to essays on gender identity. My favorite was a grad student writing a film. His last sentence: “Navy Seal (Steve).” Go Steve!
So I thought it would be fun to ask you guys: what’s the last sentence you wrote before surfing over here to the hot pink wonder palace of Bitchery? Mine was: “what’s the last sentence you wrote before surfing over here to the hot pink wonder palace of Bitchery?” (It’s not very interesting if I play along, is it?)
Since I have been perusing this place for many moons and think it’s totally made of awesome I thought I would come out of lurkdom finally with this wee gem from my current WIP ‘Till Death Do Us Part’
Last line I wrote…thus far anyway, got a few more hours of writing ahead of me.
“Stick with me, kiddo,” Aaron said, winking at her.
Profound. I know. (smiles)
“Should be interesting to see what we get.”
Hmm, the last thing I actually wrote. I was working on my journal/diary/whatever so let’s see.
“I am no longer involved in the situation.”
(Which is probably a false statement but I can hope, can’t I?)
“I love that movie! :D”
Talking about Ladyhawke on Deviantart.
Oooh! Ladyhawke!!! I love that movie too! It was just on the other day.
“Si jamais j’adopte une petite husky cuivre, c’est Whisk Me Away, dit Whiskey, c’est sur”
Translation: If ever I adopt a little copper (female) husky, it’s Whisk Me Away, called Whiskey, for sure.
On a dog discussion forum about choosing pedigree names
After her father was killed and her mother took off with that hippie-wannabe, Grandma Maddy had taken her into her home, and taught her what it was like to have a stable life.
spam word: live46 (kind of appropriate for my story)
a definition of the word ‘oxymoron’. thought you’d enjoy (I just read the blurb, did not listen to the podcast.)
re a link I sent to my geeky husband, from geeky me.
And JoanneL, whose son threw out shower curtain in lieu of washing it. hahaha! you made my day. I have two of those. Sons, that is. And half the time I’d swear they were raised by wolves.