nadinostradamus writing a short story

[franksolich]

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Oh my.

nadinbrzezinski  (1000+ posts)        Tue Jun-21-11 09:18 PM
Original message
 
Writing as a tool to deal with ... death

yes my dad passed, no it wasn't unexpected, so we have few if any of the guilt issues that come with people dying out of the blue. So how or what did I do? I started a short story... on death.. using very much a Latin American Fantastic Realism theme. It was and still is GREAT.

I highly sugest using your creative juices when inevitably, we all face that.

Still working on it, a sentence here, a paragraph there, using an IPOD... it was, I swear, therapy.

It must be lonely therapy, because no primitive's been at this campfire.

[vadawg]

roses are red
violets are blue
my dad died
and all the milk is irradiated or somesuch, and no one here appreciates my genius.


i think this may be the standard of writing we will see if the past is anything to go by.

[Skul]

Have CalPig edit the book, Nads.
Maybe she'll even write you a nice poem.

[vadawg]

rofl

it will go something like this

roses are red
my vulva is like a volvo, big and boxy
violets are blue
blue as your lips when i take the pillow i was pushing on you, as you pushed on me you bastard
my dad died
he was the monster who took my flower
and all the milk is irradiated or somesuch, and no one here appreciates my genius.
the fruit of my bosum is poisoned due to your touch, no more to give life and succour to all who kneel before the divine mistress..

[GOBUCKS]

Well, she bragged about writing a novel on an iPad, which of course was a lie, but I'm not sure how one goes about writing a short story on an iPod.

When I'm at the gym, listening to Lady Gaga and Starship on my iPod, I don't think I'd be able to write a short story even if I wanted to.

She must have a fancier model. One of those they only sell in Mexico.

[Boudicca]

rofl

it will go something like this

roses are red
my vulva is like a volvo, big and boxy
violets are blue
blue as your lips when i take the pillow i was pushing on you, as you pushed on me you bastard
my dad died
he was the monster who took my flower
and all the milk is irradiated or somesuch, and no one here appreciates my genius.
the fruit of my bosum is poisoned due to your touch, no more to give life and succour to all who kneel before the divine mistress..

  Big ol' HI5 given.

[Skul]

Dawg spent too much time at DU, as a mole.
Poor guy.