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dragonlady7via http://ift.tt/2fLeTnS:this-is-furious replied to your post “notbecauseofvictories replied to your post “Haha one of the dumb…”
Consciously working on something that is difficult/not your default style is so hard, good for you for wanting to rise to the challenge! *whispers* I love your epics, though
I’ve done a lot of trying to work on different styles over the years. I’ve gone through phases of being really serious about my Craft.
I just out of curiosity went and looked and my anonymous blog from circa 2005-6 is still online. I was an airport bartender. I wrote short pieces then. My gimmick for a long time was that I titled the entries with the customer’s order.
Here’s one from February 2005:
“Two Vodka-Teas
Two vodka and iced teas has something wrong with his voice, and can only half-whisper in a high-pitched squeaking rasp. From the circular scar on his throat, I can only guess that a tracheotomy caused the damage a long time ago. I have to lean forward to hear him. He pretends to scold me, playfully: “Ah well. I won’t raise my voice at you,” he says. He shrugs. I note that he never laughs, but smiles often. “I can’t."
He is an amateur photographer. He shows me a photo he has taken of a Kodiak bear at the local zoo. He is excited because he is going on an Alaskan cruise.
A little later he muses, "I spent my nineteenth birthday in a coma. So I couldn’t tell you whether it was fun or not. I don’t remember. I was in a coma.”
When he leaves he blows me a kiss. I blow one back and he pretends to clutch it to his heart.”
Consciously working on something that is difficult/not your default style is so hard, good for you for wanting to rise to the challenge! *whispers* I love your epics, though
I’ve done a lot of trying to work on different styles over the years. I’ve gone through phases of being really serious about my Craft.
I just out of curiosity went and looked and my anonymous blog from circa 2005-6 is still online. I was an airport bartender. I wrote short pieces then. My gimmick for a long time was that I titled the entries with the customer’s order.
Here’s one from February 2005:
“Two Vodka-Teas
Two vodka and iced teas has something wrong with his voice, and can only half-whisper in a high-pitched squeaking rasp. From the circular scar on his throat, I can only guess that a tracheotomy caused the damage a long time ago. I have to lean forward to hear him. He pretends to scold me, playfully: “Ah well. I won’t raise my voice at you,” he says. He shrugs. I note that he never laughs, but smiles often. “I can’t."
He is an amateur photographer. He shows me a photo he has taken of a Kodiak bear at the local zoo. He is excited because he is going on an Alaskan cruise.
A little later he muses, "I spent my nineteenth birthday in a coma. So I couldn’t tell you whether it was fun or not. I don’t remember. I was in a coma.”
When he leaves he blows me a kiss. I blow one back and he pretends to clutch it to his heart.”
