voralfred wrote:On a different point, could either ECM as originator of this thread, or anyone with mod access to it, add an "A" in the title? It sets my teeth on edge each time I read it as it now stands.
Done
And for ECM:
"It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife." -- Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
I'll try and get my act together and score this year's posts and give out some Sherlocks.
If I really get my act together I'll score lasts year's.
If ye love wealth better than liberty, the tranquility of servitude than the animating contest of freedom, go from us in peace. We ask not your counsels or arms. Crouch down and lick the hands which feed you. May your chains sit lightly upon you,
S Adams
If ye love wealth better than liberty, the tranquility of servitude than the animating contest of freedom, go from us in peace. We ask not your counsels or arms. Crouch down and lick the hands which feed you. May your chains sit lightly upon you,
S Adams
A question about continuity: since there was one discontinuity (clothes that disappeared) from now on do we assume Myrrha is naked from now on (until she finds new clothes, of course)?
Human is as human does....Animals don't weep, Nine
I would go without the clothes - during her martial arts warm-ups she must have derobed.
If ye love wealth better than liberty, the tranquility of servitude than the animating contest of freedom, go from us in peace. We ask not your counsels or arms. Crouch down and lick the hands which feed you. May your chains sit lightly upon you,
S Adams
voralfred wrote:from now on do we assume Myrrha is naked from now on
I was hoping this comment meant you were considering a new post
Ghost wrote:I would go without the clothes - during her martial arts warm-ups she must have derobed.
OK - I've just repaired that glaring hole in my consistancy. And brought the rating back to more normal levels.
I was hoping someone else would be able to take the story somewhere - but I just had to let the inner cheerleader out of the shell Myrrha had her trapped in...
The wonderful thing about not planning
Is that failure comes as a complete surprise
And is not preceded by a period of worry or depression
voralfred wrote:from now on do we assume Myrrha is naked from now on
I was hoping this comment meant you were considering a new post
Well, I was .. but it is hard for me to write in english, especially in a specific genre. I had an idea for a genre, but it did not fit well at that point of the story. After thinking a bit, I thought I'd wait for a better opportunity.. and now it is even worse.. So I'll wait a bit more.
Human is as human does....Animals don't weep, Nine
voralfred wrote: it is hard for me to write in english, especially in a specific genre. I had an idea for a genre, but it did not fit well at that point of the story.
I find it easier to write the story - and then figure out a genre name that can fit...
The wonderful thing about not planning
Is that failure comes as a complete surprise
And is not preceded by a period of worry or depression
Maybe because writing comes easilyy to you. My daughter also writes easily. Me, I need the constraints of the genre (WoTD, or the one I have in mind) to get ideas of what to write. Otherwise nothing comes...
It is by finding in WoTD archives the words "riparian", "mete" and "cataract" that the image of the second paragraph came to me.
Human is as human does....Animals don't weep, Nine
I want to get back in. Maybe this weekend I'll be able to read it all and jump in again. I haven't really been writing since I left here. I lost my inspiration and encouragement...
I want to get back started though. Expect some posts soon!!!!
I admire the ease with which you write. The "Word of the Day" gave me a few ideas for just a few lines... I'm not up to do any more in any forseeable future.
Human is as human does....Animals don't weep, Nine
voralfred wrote:The "Word of the Day" gave me a few ideas for just a few lines... I'm not up to do any more in any forseeable future.
Oh come on! Someone needs to post. Even if you do a few lines...a few lines could mean a lot in a story.
In the meantime, I'll try to wait till Monday to post again lest I end up swaying the whole story my way rather than as a group. But, I don't think I'll be able to contain it for longer than that.
I'll try to score the post this week, i'll be on a businees trip later this week which may actually give me more time to get to it.
If ye love wealth better than liberty, the tranquility of servitude than the animating contest of freedom, go from us in peace. We ask not your counsels or arms. Crouch down and lick the hands which feed you. May your chains sit lightly upon you,
S Adams
I wan to join in, but for some reason whenever I'm introduced to a structured enviroment my brain turns to mush. (I know the rules, and thats why I cannot obey them. Plus I'd forget the names, etc.)
'You can take our lives but you'll never take our freedom!' he screamed.
Carcer's men looked at one another, puzzled by what sounded like most badly thought-out war cry in the history of the universe.
"To me, clowns aren't funny. In fact, they're kind of scary. I've wondered where this started, and I think it goes back to the time I went to the circus and a clown killed my dad."
Jack Handey
'You can take our lives but you'll never take our freedom!' he screamed.
Carcer's men looked at one another, puzzled by what sounded like most badly thought-out war cry in the history of the universe.
the grim squeaker wrote:I wan to join in, but for some reason whenever I'm introduced to a structured enviroment my brain turns to mush. (I know the rules, and thats why I cannot obey them. Plus I'd forget the names, etc.)
'S OK
Your little corner of mayhem is doing fairly well.
The wonderful thing about not planning
Is that failure comes as a complete surprise
And is not preceded by a period of worry or depression
'You can take our lives but you'll never take our freedom!' he screamed.
Carcer's men looked at one another, puzzled by what sounded like most badly thought-out war cry in the history of the universe.