loves Sohma Yuki so much, she is willing to build monuments. "Really
big ones," she gushes, waving her Prince Yuki pennant in
the air. "Big sparkly ones out of amethyst, or maybe gold."
Unfortunately, she happens to be a horrible sculptor; she cannot
even fashion a decent ball out of clay. The best she can do is
make crummy sketches of the Prince with n-year old markers. Which
do not register well on screen and have to be smudged to death
in Photoshop. "All right, so it looks like he has only four
fingers instead of five," she admits, "but you
try working without a tablet!" She offers no explanation
for the missing left hand. "Use your imagination," she
berates this writer. "Haven't you heard of the term 'artistic
license'? If I want to draw Yuki-kun left hand-less, I have every
right to do so. Just like I have the right to call this layout
'strawberry' just because it's all pink and rosy, even if there
isn't a sign of the fruit anywhere. If strawberries are
fruits. They are fruits, aren't they? Well. If you'll excuse
me, I have Mouse!Yuki cookies to frost." Then she runs off
cackling, scattering plushies of the Prince in her wake.
mad,  dangerous, and  in dire need of therapy. Should you
have any doubts about these claims, visit 1
. 6 and weep. Or dance. Or smoke ten cigarettes at once.
How Not to Write Series #1: Gimme an I for Idiotic Imagery
The same skirt now flapped in the wind, dull white in the shadows of the awning where it hung from the rafters, dripping and dejected, like a bird trying to fold its wings with dignity about itself and failing miserably.
The hiatus sign is still shining very very very brightly, uhuum.
I don't know if fic logs are  for griping about one's lack of talent and/or inspiration or  for showing the world that you DO have talent and have every right to be read or  just there to take up webspace.
At any rate I'd love to show the world that I have every right to be read but alas, the now me thinks I suck. Nothing is worse than wanting to write so badly and ending up hating every single word you come up with. I'm afraid I'll have to turn on the familiar On Hiatus sign again. It will keep flashing over my head until I learn to reconcile myself with my utter lack of *censored censored censored*. Thank you.
P.S. From now on, all snippets go directly to the ML files. We like to keep things organized around here.
All right. No more sunshine and gentleness and warm coffee and tentatively touching fingertips. Down with Mood. I think the key to having me write something that reads true is going out there and seeing how things really work. Living life, for once. This is probably way overdue, but at least I feel that I'm ready to go out there, which is a good thing.
The problem is, I don't know where to start.
P.S. Calendar, everybody gripes. Griping constitutes more than 80% of blogging activity, I think. X3 And I think there's something wrong with your comments box.
To Miss Honda Tohru, Dear Honda-san, Dear Tohru-san, Tohru-san, Tohru Honda-san,
How are you? Lovely weather, isn't it? This may seem too sudden, but I Today's breakfast was delicious. I love your cooking. Please don't get mad at me when I say Please pardon my penmanship. I have something very important to say to you, so if it's all right, can you meet me at the back of the school after chemistry class?
I'd love it if you come. I'd be VERY happy if you come. I'll die if you don't come. Thank you very much. Thanks.