I cried, "Oh, Lady Midnight, I fear that you grow old, the stars eat your body and the wind makes you cold." "If we cry now," she said, "it will just be ignored."
Well, Im kinda tired now anyway. LIke I feel like I've had a night out with Kevin Spacey but I only had a half a glass of wine so please, like thats really gonna do anything.
So, I'm gonna go turn in. I can't ever go to bed without thinking of Volts. What a nice man. Wish we'd had him a little longer
For the first time in a while I'm excited about what I'm writing. For this final project there were a few options, but this one was what really appealed to me. For a while I was going to do a series of poetry on my favorite works of art but this morning I got this great idea (at least I think it's a great idea) and started writing it. My only concern is making it long enough. I think I can do it, but we'll see how it goes. The project is due in two weeks and in one week I have to take a two page description of my final project to class. I don't know how I'm going to write two pages without giving away the twist ending.
JK Rowling kind of wrote her backwards, already knowing the end. I don't know how you do that. Like a flashback.
Can't help ya.
-- Edited by Desmond_Pen at 00:10, 2007-11-27
It's not the writing of it itself that is giving me the concerns about giving away the ending, it's the two page description of my final project that I'm worried about. In that I am not seeing at the moment how to write it without giving away the ending of my short story.
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I feel like I just found out that my favorite love song was written about a sandwich.
I cried, "Oh, Lady Midnight, I fear that you grow old, the stars eat your body and the wind makes you cold." "If we cry now," she said, "it will just be ignored."
I cried, "Oh, Lady Midnight, I fear that you grow old, the stars eat your body and the wind makes you cold." "If we cry now," she said, "it will just be ignored."
I cried, "Oh, Lady Midnight, I fear that you grow old, the stars eat your body and the wind makes you cold." "If we cry now," she said, "it will just be ignored."
I cried, "Oh, Lady Midnight, I fear that you grow old, the stars eat your body and the wind makes you cold." "If we cry now," she said, "it will just be ignored."
I cried, "Oh, Lady Midnight, I fear that you grow old, the stars eat your body and the wind makes you cold." "If we cry now," she said, "it will just be ignored."
I cried, "Oh, Lady Midnight, I fear that you grow old, the stars eat your body and the wind makes you cold." "If we cry now," she said, "it will just be ignored."