Hi Dan,
Yea, I get it, my mistake. I was confused by the sudden switch.
Mark
On Sun, Jul 17, 2011 at 6:12 PM, Dan Glover daneglo...@gmail.com wrote:
Hello everyone
On Sun, Jul 17, 2011 at 6:55 PM, 118 ununocti...@gmail.com wrote:
OK.
My only suggestion is to write I pouted instead of he
Hello everyone
On Tue, Jul 19, 2011 at 10:05 PM, 118 ununocti...@gmail.com wrote:
Hi Dan,
Yea, I get it, my mistake. I was confused by the sudden switch.
Mark
Hi Mark
That is understandable. In a first draft, the writer knows what he
wants to say but it might not be clear to the reader as
Lisa, he said. Do you really have to go?
He was lying in bed still naked, watching her pull herself into her
tight jeans. Her ample bared breasts jiggled as she bounced into her
pants.
Are you asking me to stay, Billy? she said, sucking in her stomach to
button her jeans.
Yes.
Then I'll stay!
OK.
My only suggestion is to write I pouted instead of he pouted.
Mark
On Jul 17, 2011, at 3:43 PM, Dan Glover daneglo...@gmail.com wrote:
Lisa, he said. Do you really have to go?
He was lying in bed still naked, watching her pull herself into her
tight jeans. Her ample bared breasts
Hello everyone
On Sun, Jul 17, 2011 at 6:55 PM, 118 ununocti...@gmail.com wrote:
OK.
My only suggestion is to write I pouted instead of he pouted.
Well, I believe that would be considered proper if the writing were in
first person. It is not. Rather, the story is being told in third
person
Hello everyone
On Fri, Jul 15, 2011 at 11:20 PM, 118 ununocti...@gmail.com wrote:
While I turned away to spare him any shame, the hands of God grabbed
me deep within and made me turn around and visualize him one more
time. The old man still sat there with his head down, tears dry,
silent
Hi Dan,
Yes, imitation is the highest form of flattery.
Your welcome,
Mark
On Sat, Jul 16, 2011 at 1:58 PM, Dan Glover daneglo...@gmail.com wrote:
Hello everyone
On Fri, Jul 15, 2011 at 11:20 PM, 118 ununocti...@gmail.com wrote:
While I turned away to spare him any shame, the hands of God
What's your name? She asked the question late one night when they were
closing up. He'd been too shy to approach Lisa but he knew her name;
he couldn't quite understand why she didn't know his name as well.
They'd been working together nearly a month now. But then in between
the space of her
On Jul 15, 2011, at 1:25 AM, 118 wrote:
Hi Marsha,
Yeah, you had told me about that painting a while ago. Steve Martin's
latest book has an interesting little piece on buying Russian
paintings. Did you ever read An Object of Beauty?
You mentioned the painting in the same discuss topic
While I turned away to spare him any shame, the hands of God grabbed
me deep within and made me turn around and visualize him one more
time. The old man still sat there with his head down, tears dry,
silent now,. The church door behind where he sat suddenly opened and
a small child appeared,
Yes, I was not here yet. LBJ and his Great Society. We are still
feeling the effects.
On Fri, Jul 15, 2011 at 5:52 AM, MarshaV val...@att.net wrote:
On Jul 15, 2011, at 1:25 AM, 118 wrote:
Hi Marsha,
Yeah, you had told me about that painting a while ago. Steve Martin's
latest book has an
Yeah, I can see it now
The distant red neon shivered in the heat
I was feeling like a stranger in a strange land
You know where people play games with the night
God, it was too hot to sleep
I followed the sound of a jukebox coming from up the levee
All of a sudden I could hear somebody whistling
Hi Marsha,
Yeah, you had told me about that painting a while ago. Steve Martin's
latest book has an interesting little piece on buying Russian
paintings. Did you ever read An Object of Beauty?
You mentioned the painting in the same discuss topic where you were
talking about Turner (and others)
Hi Dan,
I've only bought one oil painting, a painting by a Russian artist. It
has a flavor of Venice with this strange creature that cannot rightly
be identified as a male or female, even though it might be wearing
what could be called a dress-like costume. As often as I've studied
this
On 7/12/11 9:17 PM, 118 ununocti...@gmail.com wrote:
snip
So, what does this look like when we are relating something that
happened in the past? Well, we must remember that things that
happened in the past were happening in the present at one time. By
present I mean that infinitesimal
Once he had lived with his new awareness and gotten used to it, he
wished to share it with others. When the breakdown first happened, he
was left without ability to share what he saw. Gradually, he had
recovered from the original shock, and spent time with his new
awareness trying to understand
They locked him up... told him he was crazy. After enough time had
passed, he knew it too. He must be crazy. He could see it in
everyone's eyes. He heard it in the way they talked to him. He felt it
in the way they kept their distance. Like they were afraid. Not of
him, but of what he'd become. Or
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