ty ty... yes I'm currantly living in holyoke, 1 minute from Providence Hospital... it's now a mental ward I think... and a rehab cliniqueCinnamon wrote:rabbit, loved the scene you posted about your horse in the field. You are Western Massachusetts, by chance? I ask because I was born in Providence Hospital.
"It is never too late to be what you might have been." - George Eliot
Oct 13th, '06, 11:57
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Location: curled up with my cats, a good book, and a nice cup of tea
I'll be doing NaNo, too!
This is my second year at it, although last year I crashed and burned. However, I am rising from the ashes like a phoenix and will triumph (as long as the sugar and caffeine hold out!).
My name there is squirrelly, and I'd love to have a few buddies. Amanda, I'm adding you, if you don't mind.
~Cinnamon sweet
This is my second year at it, although last year I crashed and burned. However, I am rising from the ashes like a phoenix and will triumph (as long as the sugar and caffeine hold out!).
My name there is squirrelly, and I'd love to have a few buddies. Amanda, I'm adding you, if you don't mind.
~Cinnamon sweet
Nov 19th, '06, 14:49
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Joined: Aug 27th, '06, 15:46
Location: curled up with my cats, a good book, and a nice cup of tea
We're getting set to enter the final week of November. Any NaNo participants, how are you doing?
I had a horrible second week but skipped ahead to my ending in Week Three and am now having fun connecting the dots, as it were. I just slipped into 36K and hope to have 40K by tomorrow or the next day. A finish by Turkey Day is a distinct possibility, making that second slice of pumpkin pie justified. It's for the victory dance later!
How are everyone else's stories coming? Love your plot? Spending all your time thinking up how to kill/maim/drop off a cliff those characters who are gumming things up? Take a break from the book and share.
I had a horrible second week but skipped ahead to my ending in Week Three and am now having fun connecting the dots, as it were. I just slipped into 36K and hope to have 40K by tomorrow or the next day. A finish by Turkey Day is a distinct possibility, making that second slice of pumpkin pie justified. It's for the victory dance later!
How are everyone else's stories coming? Love your plot? Spending all your time thinking up how to kill/maim/drop off a cliff those characters who are gumming things up? Take a break from the book and share.
Nov 28th, '06, 07:45
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Re: Any Writers Out There?
I only write [url=http://puerh_tea.livejournal.com]tea pr0n[/url]rabbit wrote:I was just wondering if any of you are writers?
Nov 28th, '06, 09:24
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It's me again! I'm doing this just about everywhere because I'm so damned proud of myself- Saturday night I won NaNo! Yup, 50K words written in 25 days. There are a lot of people who finished much earlier but I don't care. I was competing against myself on this.
My story is no where near finished, so I'll continue writing, but that's okay. I wasn't sure I could actually do this when I first started, so anything over and above is a bonus.
My story is no where near finished, so I'll continue writing, but that's okay. I wasn't sure I could actually do this when I first started, so anything over and above is a bonus.
Nanowrimo 2007!
Time to revive an old old thread - anyone attempting wrimo this year?
Golden Monkey is the tea of my writing month - especially if I'm going to have to get up early to make it happen
Golden Monkey is the tea of my writing month - especially if I'm going to have to get up early to make it happen
Wrimo? I hadn't heard of it until now...but that does sound like something I'd be very interested in. (Especially now that I've found out that a friend of mine has actually finished...and will have published...a book of his own. In the interest of keeping up with the Joneses, I am compelled to do the same.)
Nov 1st, '07, 10:07
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Now, time to get some Chestnut tea to get me started.
Nov 1st, '07, 20:38
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My Poem
Ok Some of you may have read this poem on my blog, but I thought since everyone else is posting so would I! lol
"The Living Tea"
The young pu-erh needs to be nurtured and cared for. Its youthful essence can challenge the soul. It will shout and demand your attention, testing your limits with its adolescent bitterness. However, with patients and understanding it will ask you for forgiveness and make you smile with its floral and honey notes.
The mature pu-erh will show its well deserved complexity. Its notes which were once reminiscent of meadow grass, the orchids of spring, and the brassiness of youth are now replaced with a sincere and mature woodiness. Now strong and bold with the urge to make a statement; it is proud to be known as refined.
The antique pu-erh has battled many seasons and has absorbed the winds of its circumstances. As the victor in the challenge of time, it displays its aged leaves from a generation gone with honor and grace. It has grown into twilight with no complaints, and nothing more to prove. It is joyful to tell you where it has been and whose hands it has touched. A story of wisdom in every sip.
"The Living Tea"
The young pu-erh needs to be nurtured and cared for. Its youthful essence can challenge the soul. It will shout and demand your attention, testing your limits with its adolescent bitterness. However, with patients and understanding it will ask you for forgiveness and make you smile with its floral and honey notes.
The mature pu-erh will show its well deserved complexity. Its notes which were once reminiscent of meadow grass, the orchids of spring, and the brassiness of youth are now replaced with a sincere and mature woodiness. Now strong and bold with the urge to make a statement; it is proud to be known as refined.
The antique pu-erh has battled many seasons and has absorbed the winds of its circumstances. As the victor in the challenge of time, it displays its aged leaves from a generation gone with honor and grace. It has grown into twilight with no complaints, and nothing more to prove. It is joyful to tell you where it has been and whose hands it has touched. A story of wisdom in every sip.
Re: Any Writers Out There?
I wrote this years ago and just stumbled across it again, I figured I'd post it just to revive this thread.
Act I- A man sits at the table with a vacant stare.
--
All at once- he would step out of his chair;
Walk away from the dinner table to the cemetery there-
Down the road- and he would sit and he would say a little prayer,
For the ground is now her body and the grass is now her hair.
The Man Speaks: “I miss you- I wish you were here- it's hard waking up alone,
“Not seeing your sun-lit, sleepy face first thing in the morn’.
“I want to feel your hand, just one last time in mine…
“But I know that now you're gone- just like this pain will be in time.”
--
Act II- Evening comes and the lights fade.
--
And as the sun sets the colors turn a colder shade.
The birds are quiet now- just as she is within her grave-
And as he walks the silent path down this cemetery lane
The air is cold without her warmth to ease away his pain.
The Man Speaks: "I miss you- I wish you were here- I can't remember how you feel-
“I want to touch your cheeks- closeness showing that you're real.
“I need to hold you in my arms and make up now for what I lack…
“I need to kiss you one last time… but now you're never coming back."
--
Act III- Finale--
All at once- again- he is sitting all alone,
The memories of her are all that fill his lonely home.
And as tears roll down his face- she can't kiss them all away-
"She’s never coming back" is all that he can think to say.
--
Lights fade to black and the curtains close in a way
As if to say “I miss you, I wish you were here again.”
Act I- A man sits at the table with a vacant stare.
--
All at once- he would step out of his chair;
Walk away from the dinner table to the cemetery there-
Down the road- and he would sit and he would say a little prayer,
For the ground is now her body and the grass is now her hair.
The Man Speaks: “I miss you- I wish you were here- it's hard waking up alone,
“Not seeing your sun-lit, sleepy face first thing in the morn’.
“I want to feel your hand, just one last time in mine…
“But I know that now you're gone- just like this pain will be in time.”
--
Act II- Evening comes and the lights fade.
--
And as the sun sets the colors turn a colder shade.
The birds are quiet now- just as she is within her grave-
And as he walks the silent path down this cemetery lane
The air is cold without her warmth to ease away his pain.
The Man Speaks: "I miss you- I wish you were here- I can't remember how you feel-
“I want to touch your cheeks- closeness showing that you're real.
“I need to hold you in my arms and make up now for what I lack…
“I need to kiss you one last time… but now you're never coming back."
--
Act III- Finale--
All at once- again- he is sitting all alone,
The memories of her are all that fill his lonely home.
And as tears roll down his face- she can't kiss them all away-
"She’s never coming back" is all that he can think to say.
--
Lights fade to black and the curtains close in a way
As if to say “I miss you, I wish you were here again.”