Ripped a page out of a notebook (which included notes from nanowrimo 2004) to use as scrap paper and found written on it, under a dentist appointment, the following two things in point form:
- Necropuppet.
- Hitler Choose Your Own Adventure
... I think this means I should make sure I burn all my old notebooks before I die
then the desire is not to write.
- Hugh Prather
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Sunday, November 06, 2011
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Writing snippet of the day
"I don't think there are witches
where I come from," Boy said.
The fox lolled his tongue in a grin.
"Then your land must have the wisest witches of all."
"I don't know. When I try and
remember stuff I knew, it's all about math and the cold war and
science and tv. Like, an adult fox weighs over ten pounds. I remember
that. But I don't think I read anywhere that foxes could talk."
"Of course not; most foxes have
the sense to keep quiet," Reynard said, which was quite true on
many worlds. (The discerning reader will find that many things to
tend to be true, for sufficiently large values of ego.)
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