Life Among the Never-Winged

Once upon a time I was writing a book called, "Just Another Love Letter", about angels behaving badly. Now I just quietly ask myself each day, "What the hell am I doing?"

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  • Tuesday, April 03, 2007

    A Writer's Meme

    Moving right along... I was going to post a review of 300 (woohoohoo!) yesterday, but then my world got rocked, (and Jo did a grand and funny job of writing a 300 review. Go read. Funny funny.) And my attention span is about as long as Patches' lately. And Ernest Hemingway keeps popping up for no reason.

    So. A meme.

    Ernest Hemingway said the best thing he ever wrote was a six-word story. It is this:

    For sale--
    Baby shoes.
    Never used.


    My challenge to you, Dear Readers and Writers, is to come up with your own six-word story. That's all. Six words. How hard could that be? It'll only take a minute.

    Here's some of mine to get you started:


    “Let's dance!”
    “Right now?”
    “Never mind.”



    “I can!”
    “Nope.”
    “Wanna bet?”
    “Sure.”


    “Negative.”
    “After all that...”
    “Try again?”




    “I'll call it...The Bible!”
    “Whoa.”



    “I'm bleeding.”
    “Not much.”
    “...love you.”


    “Miss me?”
    “Of course!”
    “Who's that?”


    His wallet was empty. She left.


    I wrote, 'Mickey Mouse.' Disney sued.


    Policy confirmed, she poured his drink.



    And for Papa himself:

    Caught the fish! God's still dead.



    They're like potato chips. Once you start writing them, you can't stop.



    Ok, everybody's tagged. But I want especially to hear from the designated writers out there. That means you:

    DMG
    D-Man
    Esereth
    Cheesy
    Clowncar (not having a blog doesn't get you out of it)
    Irrelephant (AFTER your recovery, dear.)
    /Jo
    Lisa
    Maggie
    Meno
    Mer
    Mona
    Patches
    Scott


    (Amusing, you're excused. You've got too damn much to write as it is).



    Get ready.
    Get set.
    And GO!




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    40 people left me a love letter:

    Blogger Scott from Oregon wrote in a love letter...

    Is this
    part of
    your finger?


    Teehee! On a roll already!

    Sit down.
    Drink this.
    It's buried.

    It hurt.
    But he loves me.

    There was ice. No guardrail. Nothing.

    Just one more
    before
    I stop...

    I'm fine.
    My car keys, please.

    10:16 PM, April 03, 2007  
    Blogger Nancy Dancehall wrote in a love letter...

    Hee! Told ya! 1 and 4 are great.

    10:18 PM, April 03, 2007  
    Blogger Stucco wrote in a love letter...

    I picked at it. It bled.

    The boobs are real she said.

    Postage stamps, two for a dollar.

    At least she didn't press charges.

    If it tastes good, it's bad.

    11:04 PM, April 03, 2007  
    Anonymous d-man wrote in a love letter...

    "Rumors of my death are greatly..."

    5:29 AM, April 04, 2007  
    Blogger patches wrote in a love letter...

    Aw right! in a little while.
    No really, that's not my story.
    Oh shit! I did it again

    6:27 AM, April 04, 2007  
    Blogger Cheesy wrote in a love letter...

    Lmao @ d-man!


    ok....
    hummm....

    Grass grows. I mow. Aleeve's good.

    The domicile is tranquil at dawn.

    Distance will not make me desperate.

    Is it Friday, April nineteenth yet?

    Retrievers are just exceptionally golden marshmallows.

    7:46 AM, April 04, 2007  
    Blogger meno wrote in a love letter...

    I'm hit. Where are your manners?

    Is it love? Do we care?

    Too early. Even cats are asleep.

    Alone for breakfast. Cold pizza's... cold.

    Call the cops, he's come back.

    Help me, i'm unable to stop.

    10:06 AM, April 04, 2007  
    Blogger Maggie wrote in a love letter...

    I hate when, he does too.

    Ok that's my contribution here, I'm going to post the rest tomorrow, cause I got nothing for tomorrow and this is fun!

    10:15 AM, April 04, 2007  
    Blogger Nancy Dancehall wrote in a love letter...

    You can't fool me, Stucco; the 4th is a charming re-telling of your courtship of Schmoop.

    LOL! D-Man. That's the best! *golf clap*

    Writing takes practice, Patches. ;-)

    And with Cheesy we get a bonus; stories and poetry.

    Hee hee; I like #2, Meno. And #3. I can see it in caligraphy under a Japanese watercolor.

    Yay! More from Maggie tomorrow. I expect good things from you, young lady. ;-)

    11:39 AM, April 04, 2007  
    Anonymous clowncar wrote in a love letter...

    Don't worry, it's not loaded.

    Honey? Why's the door wide op...

    God's dead. I'm not. Kiss me.

    Odd...that shopping-cart wasn't there yesterday.

    That squirrel seems inordinately interested in us.

    Okay, that last one requires "shopping-cart" to be one word, so I cheated a little.

    That Hemmingway one is chilling.

    Meno's cold pizza one is good too.

    And Stucco's "I picked at it, it bled" is just plain wrong.

    11:42 AM, April 04, 2007  
    Blogger amusing wrote in a love letter...

    Six short words? No damn time.

    11:42 AM, April 04, 2007  
    Anonymous clowncar wrote in a love letter...

    Oops, the squirrel one was 7 words. Here's a rewrite:

    Cute! That squirrel's behaving so....aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!!!!

    11:51 AM, April 04, 2007  
    Blogger Mona Buonanotte wrote in a love letter...

    Gah! I'm having performance anxiety! Help!

    That was six words but not actually part of the exercise. I'm gonna echo Maggie and do more tomorrow, but for now:

    "Dear Dad. I quit. Love, Jesus."

    "Come in. Don't mind the blood."

    "2 kids. 1 brownie. Cabin fever."

    11:58 AM, April 04, 2007  
    Blogger Nancy Dancehall wrote in a love letter...

    Hee hee hee...we all have a morbid streak, I see.

    But the 7-word story balances your 5-word story, Clowncar, you short-micro-writer, you.
    Hmmm...how 'bout, "Let me grab this shopping car..." The squirrels aren't what they seem.

    Brava, Amusing. :-)

    *snort* Love 'em, Mona. Keep them coming.

    12:59 PM, April 04, 2007  
    Blogger Maggie wrote in a love letter...

    Ok Mona's letter from Jesus - priceless.

    3:42 PM, April 04, 2007  
    Blogger Lisa wrote in a love letter...

    The phone rang.
    I couldn't answer.

    My head hurts.
    So does YOURS.

    The baby cried.
    No one heard.



    I, too, will be posting this exercise.

    3:45 PM, April 04, 2007  
    Blogger Mona Buonanotte wrote in a love letter...

    Okay, a few more from Mona.

    "Helicopter Jesus flying over ancient Rome."

    "Please stop talking. Just kiss me."

    "Foreign currency tickles my red g-string."

    "Fred Astaire mocha caramel ice cream."

    "Flashbulbs pop! Look Ma! No panties!"

    "My hand on your thigh...Bingo!"

    "How did Mom find my stash?"

    "She kissed him. She kissed her."

    "Lick it...slowly...mmmmm...ice cream."

    (Kissing, ice cream, and moms made frequent appearances, and I'm sure Freud would have a field day....)

    5:32 AM, April 05, 2007  
    Blogger Nancy Dancehall wrote in a love letter...

    I agree, Maggie. Wow. :-)

    The last one is just chilling, Lisa. Maks me think of Trainspotting.

    Ooo...good ones. Mona. Freud would just say you've been reading "Running with Scissors.' Eeeeeee....

    12:08 PM, April 05, 2007  
    Blogger Scott from Oregon wrote in a love letter...

    Lake's empty, officer.
    The town's gone.

    12:24 PM, April 05, 2007  
    Blogger Esereth wrote in a love letter...

    How are you all rambling these off? This is really hard.


    It's hard.
    That's what she said.

    2:41 PM, April 05, 2007  
    Blogger Des_Moines_Girl wrote in a love letter...

    Good exercise! Unfortunately, this is the best I can do.

    I like rollercoasters!
    Wheeee!
    Uhh!...Urp!

    3:22 PM, April 05, 2007  
    Blogger Nancy Dancehall wrote in a love letter...

    Scott: There are tracks. Really big ones.

    Relax into it, Es. Try again.

    *snort* DMG. How 'bout: I like pregnancy! Wheeee! Uhh...Urp!

    7:32 PM, April 05, 2007  
    Blogger Lynn wrote in a love letter...

    Thanks for the comment. Here's mine.

    I can comment. But not well.

    I'll try again. But may fail.

    It's bad news. Don't give up.

    Be back soon. Have to go.

    10:32 PM, April 05, 2007  
    Blogger Scott from Oregon wrote in a love letter...

    The TV fell on her head.

    11:43 PM, April 05, 2007  
    Blogger Schmoopie wrote in a love letter...

    I wrote a 6 word story in my head and read it out loud to Stucco. It was pornographic so I didn't print it on my blog ;)

    8:02 AM, April 06, 2007  
    Blogger Popeye wrote in a love letter...

    It tasted just like bitter almonds.

    She loved me then left me.

    The anger passed and I forgave.

    The ice was too damn thin.

    His fall was surprising and fatal.

    He should have more thoroughly chewed.

    I don't need that safety harness.

    Um. . . What do you mean, "Poisonous?"

    Wiping a tear, she said "Goodbye."

    No officer, YOU look drunk.

    The jet ran out of fuel.

    The bullet entered and he exited.

    Unfortunately, "Lucky" was inappropriatley named.

    9:21 AM, April 06, 2007  
    Anonymous Rudi wrote in a love letter...

    Somebody
    set up us
    the bomb

    (All) Your base are belong to us

    Lame geek joke,
    someone had to

    you break it
    you own it

    Out of the darkness
    comes light

    on a clear disk
    seek forever

    lights flicker
    disks stop
    files gone

    babies times two
    work times four

    you touch it
    I love it

    with drunken sailor
    what to do?

    things exist that shouldn't
    keep away

    Bless me
    for I have belched

    REAL egg hunt
    swim Sammy swim

    work calls
    blogs fun
    must decide

    1:01 PM, April 06, 2007  
    Blogger Nancy Dancehall wrote in a love letter...

    I like the last one, Lynn. It leaves one wondering if it's the truth...

    Hee, Scott. You're having too much fun. :-)

    Uh huh. That's why you type it HERE, Schmoop. ;-)

    Good ones, Popeye. Your first one could follow my "Policy checked, she poured his drink." And I like the retort to the officer. And the bullet. You could write Dashiell Hammett. :-)

    lol...you're a cool geek Rudi. ;-) Hmmm...one seems familiar...things exist that shouldn't... Andy? Can you help with this one?

    4:01 PM, April 06, 2007  
    Blogger amusing wrote in a love letter...

    She read them all.
    Then collapsed.

    8:00 PM, April 07, 2007  
    Blogger amusing wrote in a love letter...

    Oh, but I do want to play:


    Short-shorts.
    He offered a drink.


    Godzilla's son was born with wings.

    8:05 PM, April 07, 2007  
    Blogger KelKel wrote in a love letter...

    Don't lie to me,
    I know.

    You say,
    Believe what I want.

    What should I do with us.

    9:40 AM, April 08, 2007  
    Blogger Nancy Dancehall wrote in a love letter...

    lol, Amusing.
    Mentioning Godzilla, she won Clowncar's admiration.

    Ooo, I like that last one, Kelkel.

    12:11 PM, April 08, 2007  
    Blogger Irrelephant wrote in a love letter...

    Let's see how I can do, heavily medicated and off work for several days. My creative juices ought to be just about at a boil by this point. *lol*

    I can't walk...but can I?

    Life is painful. Had enough yet?

    The open road called his name.

    Doc, please? Stop poking at it?

    She entered his life, which changed.


    I never realised how HARD it is to get that Daschell Hammett feel. *lol* I keep wanting to write about plunging necklines and dresses so tight he can read the tattoo on her thigh.


    Tight dress. Check out that tattoo!

    Handcuffed to the bed, Auntie thirsted.

    *heh* Will have to credit Pratchett for that one.

    Grey dove, feeding in spring sunlight.

    Okay, I need to work on a post. *s* Thank you for the invite, Nancydear! Sorry it took so long to post.

    1:10 PM, April 08, 2007  
    Anonymous Anonymous wrote in a love letter...

    The rain fell. It was pushed.

    Take my heart in your hands.

    Look me in the eyes again.

    No one asked, she didn't tell.

    Six words is not a lot.

    Suddenly, the stars turned themselves off.

    Gin and Tonic for the moronic.

    Not enough for a Haiku sadly.

    Blogs tell me nothing not known.

    LazyLazyMe (He lives)

    5:20 PM, April 08, 2007  
    Blogger amusing wrote in a love letter...

    She lost her mind. Zombies again.

    7:37 PM, April 08, 2007  
    Blogger Nancy Dancehall wrote in a love letter...

    Hmmm...not bad for heavily medicated, Ir. :-)

    So good to see you Lazy. :-) I love the first one.
    Coloradans have no claim to the rain that falls on their windowpane. Or roof. Or yard. Bet you didn't know THAT. I didn't know before yesterday.


    'Nice!' she said, covering irrational fear.

    9:22 PM, April 08, 2007  
    Anonymous clowncar wrote in a love letter...

    Ghost in plaid bedsheet.
    What's underneath?

    10:02 AM, April 09, 2007  
    Blogger Mother of Invention wrote in a love letter...

    Tried this today! Thanks! Was fun.
    I love the Disney one!

    7:06 PM, April 09, 2007  
    Anonymous Mimi Lenox wrote in a love letter...

    I forgot my bow
    He played alone




    (found you via Turnbaby. Great site)

    12:07 AM, April 12, 2007  
    Anonymous a. zombie wrote in a love letter...

    goes with brains?
    a hearty burgandy!

    12:50 PM, April 12, 2007  

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