Round 17, Hour 21
May. 7th, 2011 04:01 pmIt was dark (somewhere in the world, at least).
It was light (somewhere else in the world).
It was cold, and it was warm. It was quiet, and there was far too much noise. Everything was under control; everything was dissolving into chaos.
The one thing, the only thing they all had in common was the writing: words, phrases, sentences. Paragraphs that flowed together like streams of sweet honey, chapters that sang in rainbow chords of joyous or awe-filled or dreadful experiences. Writing that triumphed, writing that shivered in despair, writing that struggled to find a voice, writing that waited patiently until research was completed and it could be set free. The writing . . . and the penguins.
They were there, they are here. Surrounding us, hyperdimensionally. The soft click of beaks that you can almost hear. The bright sheen of sable and snow you can nearly see. The intent focus of small, black eyes you can nearly swear you sense behind you.
Penguins, it turns out, are avid readers. They're waiting.
What are you writing for them?
It was light (somewhere else in the world).
It was cold, and it was warm. It was quiet, and there was far too much noise. Everything was under control; everything was dissolving into chaos.
The one thing, the only thing they all had in common was the writing: words, phrases, sentences. Paragraphs that flowed together like streams of sweet honey, chapters that sang in rainbow chords of joyous or awe-filled or dreadful experiences. Writing that triumphed, writing that shivered in despair, writing that struggled to find a voice, writing that waited patiently until research was completed and it could be set free. The writing . . . and the penguins.
They were there, they are here. Surrounding us, hyperdimensionally. The soft click of beaks that you can almost hear. The bright sheen of sable and snow you can nearly see. The intent focus of small, black eyes you can nearly swear you sense behind you.
Penguins, it turns out, are avid readers. They're waiting.
What are you writing for them?
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Date: 2011-05-07 08:05 pm (UTC)Anyway, good luck everyone - I'm heading off to bed, but I hope to be present a bit more to cheer folks on tomorrow.
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Date: 2011-05-07 08:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-05-07 08:24 pm (UTC)I think penguins could use some good prose about fish? :D
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Date: 2011-05-07 08:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-05-07 08:46 pm (UTC)Penguins are notoriously picky about these things...
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Date: 2011-05-07 09:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-05-07 08:25 pm (UTC)I remember those days. Fondly.
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Date: 2011-05-07 09:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-05-07 09:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-05-07 08:28 pm (UTC)I've written scribbled notes about my town's bus system! Including some Actual Words for my story that I just have to type up, even.
I've also written a post encouraging a friend on another board, who's 3000 words behind (she's also doing MaNo, unofficially.) Which is also important.
...and I seem to be suffering from an attack of the "also"s. *g* But I went to the library and checked out both those books you recced yesterday and also the DS9 DVD I need for Sunday! :D
I think I will do a lot more writing if I go home. I don't write well in public, even though there are only three other people in the computer lab. I should be back later tonight to put up my MaNo wordcount, though, so I'll try to drop in again at that point!
(Incidentally, nobody I recced here has shown up yet. I think you jinxed me. *w*)
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Date: 2011-05-07 08:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-05-07 08:51 pm (UTC)But hey, if you're doing research, then they can just read over your shoulder, right?
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Date: 2011-05-07 08:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-05-07 08:58 pm (UTC)