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Monday, April 23rd, 2007
12:34 pm - Everything Is an Afterthought

chidder
I recently sold my first book. In conjunction, I've established another LiveJournal to report on the project's progress, occasionally provide links about, and writings by, its subject, Paul Nelson (famous for signing the New York Dolls to their first record label, as well as his Rolling Stone reviews of Bob Dylan, Ian Hunter and Mott the Hoople, Jackson Browne, the Sex Pistols, Neil Young, Leonard Cohen, and the Ramones -- to say nothing of his cover story about Warren Zevon's battle with alcoholism), and share snippets of information or parts of interviews that may or may not be covered further in the final product.

The new journal shares the book's working title, Everything Is an Afterthought: The Life and Writings of Paul Nelson. Just follow the link.

Anybody interested in learning more about this brilliant critic, whose own life proved just as mysterious and fascinating as the artists' about whom he wrote, is welcome to join. As well, tracking the process of how a book goes from sale to publication should prove interesting. I'm rather curious about that part myself...

(what the fuck)

Tuesday, April 10th, 2007
9:06 pm - Hitchhiker influence

agilitygirl
It is so very lovely when you have friends that know your references and have a similar sense of humor as you.  The following story began when a friend and I were wandering his campus.  I asked what building was that over there, and he had no idea.  I spotted a sign that said directory clearly upon it.  Thinking that a directory might tell me where I was, I headed over, just to find that the thing was blank.  It told me nothing about the campus, and even less about where I was.



current mood: relaxed

(what the fuck)

Monday, March 12th, 2007
11:57 pm - People watching

agilitygirl

They mill about outside talking, laughing waiting for one another.  Finally as a crowd they enter.  Not really so many of them, but the impression from their noise and movement is of more.  Together they approach the counter.  The teenage girl behind the register puts on her deal with it smile and begins to take their orders.  With familarity, they banter and converse waiting their turn.  For so many so young, they don't seem abrasive or diruptive.  They take up two tables and wait for their orders to come. Easily conversation flows.  No one seems to be left out and while the conversations diverge everyone has their say in each bit.  Topics of discussion vary.  Internation politics, a little strange for the crowd, movies, more expected, and so many other things brought up.  Laughter punctuates.  Finally the time of night begins to show.  The conversation loses its previous animation.  One stands and all eyes to her.  She states intent to leave and begins to walk away.  The others decide that they too are done, and begin gathering themselves.  Outside all enter their different vehicles and go their different ways.  The departure scatters them.

(1 Fuckin' A' | what the fuck)

Saturday, March 10th, 2007
8:16 pm - without your love

mystic_heart87
My heart bleeds
Eternally from your deep stab of rejection
My life now shrouded in despair and depression
You said you love me
But i found those words to be cold and untrue
My soul
Compressed in a small box filled with your constant abandonment
My screams
Pain and agony go unheard to the outside world
I slit my wrist to get your attention
If only for a moment
I failed
Now falling abruptly
I lay here emotionless
Dead broken

current mood: depressed

(what the fuck)

Tuesday, February 27th, 2007
5:13 pm - Many thanks

bluesgirly
To our GREAT club of 100 word challenge participants who are COOL and BRAVE and SO NOT BORING- I salute you. Time to do it again. All we need is 4 more words here..............hmmm. Mable is starting to rock so let's go.

VF

current mood: creative

(3 Fuckin' A's | what the fuck)

Sunday, February 25th, 2007
5:01 pm - Getting lasaga into the cranium

mandy_kay43
“Lasagna ‘sags’ in the middle. L-a, s-a-g, n-a. Lasagna. Now you try.”

“L-a –s –g – a- n-a?”

“Spell ‘sag’.”

“S-a-g.”

“Excellent!. Now, try lasagna again. Remember l-a, s-a-g, n-a.”

“Okay. L-s-a-g-a-n-a.”

“Almost. I think we need a photon torpedo to get that word into your cranium.”

“Cranium. C-r-a-n-i-u-m.”

“Woo-hoo! It’s a shame that word isn’t on your list. Let’s try something different. Stand on your right leg. That’s it. Try not wobble. Now spell lasagna.”

“I feel like a flamingo.”

“That doesn’t matter. Spell lasagna.”

“Lasagna sags in the middle. L-a, s-a-g, n-a.”

“That’s fantastic! Now guess what’s for tea!”

END

(what the fuck)

Friday, February 23rd, 2007
11:27 pm - My entry.

happywriter06

They should call this place the pink flamingo state. If I see one more plastic pink flamingo I am going to torpedo something. Probably the whole state. How will I do that? I don’t know. I just know I’ll do it.

 

The phone is ringing and I rush inside. Why don’t I have a cordless? Damn, near tripping over the board game cranium or something or other. Damn kids can’t put stuff away.

 

“Hello?”

 

“Don’t forget I’m coming over for lasagna?”

 

Mom. Shit. I forgot.

 

“Of course, mom. See you soon. Love ya.”

 

Is it too late to torpedo the house?



current mood: accomplished

(1 Fuckin' A' | what the fuck)

1:24 pm - And the FUN CONTINUES

bluesgirly
Using the 4 words which are : flamingo, lasagna, torpedo and cranium. I rocked on this one. OK, to Bill- let's roll here.
 
 
Arts and Crafts        
 
Jackie’s soccer mom life takes a toll on her cranium. She’s made one too many lasagnas and too many pink tissue party flamingos. Family life is so fascinating.
 
Jackie is room mom at school. This is World War II week and someone has to make a torpedo craft. Jackie, sensing a Styrofoam emergency, realizes she needs to have a talk with her self.
 
“I could get a job, and stop driving my kid around like he’s Prince Andrew? Is it time to stop chatting on my cell phone, and read a book? Won’t the kid be bored?”
 
OH NOOOoooo. And Jackie made that torpedo.
 
 
Technically this is wc of 104 – not including the title.
 
 

(1 Fuckin' A' | what the fuck)

Saturday, February 17th, 2007
9:12 pm

stuckinnz
Title: Working Title
Authors: Lily and Darcy
Rating: G through R, I think
Summary: Anyone feel like writing us a summary? I am SO bad at summaries!
Warnings: Language, lesbian/sexual themes. We advise discretion.
Author’s Notes: This is partially based on the characters I used in my last attempt, but the story itself has been hugely revamped and expanded.

Follow the fake cut to Chapter One!

Follow the fake cut to Chapter Two!

(what the fuck)

Friday, February 9th, 2007
10:09 pm

world_dropsdead
This is my first time posting here, and honestly the first writing of an kind I've posted at all.

Chico, the Soap God is the story of a tiny monkey in a bottle of soap and how he came to rule my life. Anxiety, neuroses, OCD, and, hopefully, amusement ensue.

(7 Fuckin' A's | what the fuck)

4:23 pm - Contest Entry

bluesgirly
Weldon, Colorado Travel Brochure

Weldon is a friendly town, where everyone knows everyone, and nobody cares. Badgered by the law? Working on an alias? Weldon is the place for you. If your neighbors bug you, just shoot 'em in the head. We also have bald eagles. And, one post office. Honey, we even got our own matadors, which, we call cowboys. You want restaurants, we got restaurants. Looking for rice? Sure, we have Chinese food. 

If you're planning on staying, we got good jobs and plenty of prisons. Please move here, especially if you are Indian, because we need a casino. 

(100 minus the title- HAH)

By: Valerie Fausone



current mood: ecstatic

(1 Fuckin' A' | what the fuck)

Wednesday, February 7th, 2007
1:39 pm - The Suggestion Box

bluesgirly

It's getting a little dull around here so how about this : let's write something and have say, a contest. The prize will be an invisible internet trophy and bragging rights that you are victorious. How about 100 words on whatever you wish, provided your 100 words contain the following words:

badger
Chinese food
alias 
matador(s)

OK, Go. No purchase necessary to enter, void where prohibited... OK, go now.......deadline is February 14th, in time for Valentines Day. How nice is that? Happy writing.



current mood: chipper

(2 Fuckin' A's | what the fuck)

Saturday, January 27th, 2007
1:08 am

stuckinnz
Hi everyone. My name is Lily, and for the longest time I've been writing fanfiction.

I am aware that this is not of the good.

However, it was a good place to start, in terms of grammar and spelling and what all. And I've decided to give original fiction a go, so please be gentle, as this is my first genuinely original piece of fiction in about seven or eight years. Hope you don't hate it.

Title: Rising Up
Rating: PG for now, but I don't see it getting a lot higher.
Author: (or alternatively, purveyor of poorly written crud): Lily
Summary: One of ten children, Katie's used to living a quiet life. Now, she can't. Because someone's determined not to let her.
Author's Notes: The big bunny made me do it!

Chapter One - Beginnings and EndingsCollapse )

For Bree, who listened

Also, and this is optional, here is a link to a post that introduces the Montgomery family a little more in depth. Also good if you get lost easily. There are a lot of names.

Introducing the Montgomery Family

(what the fuck)

Monday, January 22nd, 2007
9:52 pm - Write On

bluesgirly
Showing up here as a publicist, author and magazine writer - just thought I'd hang out here and see what happens. I write satire, mostly pop culture sarcasm and other nonsense. I just got a humor column locally, where I have to come up with 500 hilarious words about pets. What a nightmare. Anyway, I get paid for it.

One thing I can say to any aspiring writer is to get published, start calling yourself a writer, and pretty soon you'll have some credits to your name. You can get published in the op-ed section in the newspaper. Just complain about Bush every week and they'll print it. You won't get paid, but you are published - which makes paying gigs easier to come by.

Hope all is well and peace - back tomorrow when I get writer's block for the 12th time and Sponge Bob is over.

Peace and thanks for having me-

current mood: amused

(1 Fuckin' A' | what the fuck)

Saturday, January 13th, 2007
4:12 pm - hey

kittyrose35
will post a dark fiction part of my story, figuring out how to do this..Angie

current mood: creative

(what the fuck)

11:06 am - Eva: A New Play By Jake P.

charlieguiteau
A new play I wrote!

EVA: By Jake P.Collapse )

All comments and criticism is very much appreciated. I need all the help I can get, y'know?

x-Posted all over the place

(1 Fuckin' A' | what the fuck)

Sunday, January 7th, 2007
3:59 pm - Poems

happywriter06







current mood: discontent

(what the fuck)

Monday, December 18th, 2006
11:07 pm - All oR noThIng

mystic_heart87
_*ALL Or NOtHiNG_*

Every song on the radio makes me think of you
Every comment people make
reminds me of things you do
I try to close my eyes
and block you from my mind
but my thoughts won't be still
it's memories of you I find

I can't have you as a lover
I have problems of my own
but without you in my life
I feel so horribly alone

You were a good man
I was happy, safe and secure
I tried to enjoy the moment
and understand how you felt so sure

My walls are in place
protecting me from my past
my ghosts are all around me
my fear being the only thing to last
I don't know what to do
to feel I have the right
or what I need to find
to let me sleep through the night

I had hoped what I found in you
would be able to fix it all
but reality kept intruding
and my hopes began to fall

I'm tired of fighting for my happiness
and I let you go
even though I know it was right
I still miss you so

And now I have to decide
if I can have you in my life
this all or nothing choice
cuts like a knife

My selfish desires
and my conscience are conflicting
either way one of us
gets the pain I am inflicting

I lose no matter what
I don't know what I should do
but I'm so afraid of what will happen
I can't leave it up to you
so I try to close my eyes
and block you from my mind
but my thoughts wander back to you
and memories are all I find

(what the fuck)

Wednesday, December 13th, 2006
1:43 am - Golf Course in December

xavery_islandx
Hello - new here, just thought I'd post some material. Looking for constructive criticism. (poem is based on a somewhat unusual sexual experience, but nothing too graphic.)

read poemCollapse )

current mood: listless

(2 Fuckin' A's | what the fuck)

Saturday, December 9th, 2006
11:31 pm

happywriter06
Hi. I'm new. I started writing after almost 8 years of not writing anything. In high school I wrote a lot of poems. I actually had a few published. I wrote a lot of stories that I never finished. College and law school zapped my creative drive to actually sit down and put my thoughts on paper. Out of sheer boredom, I wrote a story last december. I was out of work, tired of watching TV and waiting by the phone. After I started working, I stopped. Then Prison Break came along. It got me writing again. 
I started writing fan fiction. Whatever your opinion, I'm grateful for all kinds of inspiration. And I'm happy to be writing so if a TV show had to be the catalyst, wonderful. Basically from the end of September till last week, I wrote over 20 pieces. I decided to take a break from writing fan fiction. I've challenged myself to write something non-PB related every day. The piece linked is the first thing I wrote. Don't worry it has nothing to do with PB despite the title. 


I'm Not Michael Scofield



current mood: mellow

(what the fuck)

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