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C-D WRITING is a new forum. There are some very good writers here. There are some very strong writers here. There is also a wide range of personalities in this new forum. There is much sorting to do between the folks who want to learn the craft, the folks who get paid to do what they love, and the folks who are either curious, or maybe they are afraid to voice an opinion for fear of making a mistake.
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"Oh, Sven, Sven, you're the best stable boy I've ever had," the Contessa moaned as he engulfed her with his arms. From her balcony, she had admired his dexterity with a pitchfork and his easy heft of heavy objects. She wondered many times in the past, usually as she slipped into her warm bath or lay awake on lonely nights when her husband was gone to war, what it would be like to be lifted up and taken, despite her protests. Now she knew.
"Moderator cut: language, she thought. Just like that Hemingway bit, starting with one true thing. Nothing is truer than a flat tire on a rainy night in the middle of nowhere. She opened the back of the car and started shoving stuff around, trying to get into the compartment with the spare tire and jack without actually having to set anything out in the rain."
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"Moderator cut: language, she thought. Just like that Hemingway bit, starting with one true thing. Nothing is truer than a flat tire on a rainy night in the middle of nowhere. She opened the back of the car and started shoving stuff around, trying to get into the compartment with the spare tire and jack without actually having to set anything out in the rain."
I know that feeling and always think of Murphy's Law.
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I know that feeling and always think of Murphy's Law.
it's the beginning of one of my novels. A friend who's been critiquing as it grows [and keeps bugging me for more] says it's the only book - or will be - she's ever seen start with that particular word.
Nothing was left to the imagination, and the music was horrendous. Majdy appeared in his white caftan, and asked each of us what we thought. I said that it was definitely geared toward people who stored their brains below their waists. My comment got a lot of laughs, but I wasn't intending to be funny at all. I just wanted to get out of there. I had never felt so alone in my life, and I wondered why Bud Cliff wasn't at this "important investors meeting".
Gerry said gently, "We don’t talk, we don’t write. We have a shared biological heritage. All things considered, I think out of the whole mess, Karlie and I are the only two real human beings. There may be more, I’d like to think so, I’d like to think that some of the others who vanished escaped like we did, but I just don’t know."
At the look on Lynnie’s face, Karlie sighed. "Lynnie, not all families are loving and good to each other. Yours was everything ours was not. Believe me, they would not welcome any contact with us, either." Lynnie shook her lead, looking totally unconvinced. Karlie went on, "Sweetie, my legal first name is Tribulation of the Lord. I always meant to change it legally, but now I have to wait for all the legal bs over the accident to be over and done. Do you think anyone who would give that kind of name to a baby would be kind and loving? And I’d appreciate it if you kept that to yourself."
"But -" Lynnie stopped. "I have to believe you, I guess. It just is so incredible." She looked at Gerry. "You have that kind of name, too?"
"Not anymore, I don’t - my name from them was Trials of Job. Now I’m Gerry Mann, all right and tight and legal. Came across ‘gerrymandering’ in a book once, and I just liked the sound of it."
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