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elderberrywine) wrote2009-05-19 08:55 pm
elderberrywine) wrote2009-05-19 08:55 pm
No fic yet . . . .
As I'm desperately trying to wrangle a couple of fics in position, during the last week or so of the semester, at work, I managed a few moments of reading and came across this.
Does anyone who has ever written, whether it be it poetry or fanfic or whatever, not know this feeling?
Five of the seven verses were written off-hand; the other two took a week, - that is, were hanging around the desk in a ragged, forlorn, unrhymed condition as long as that. All poets will tell you such stories. ...Don't you know how hard it is for some people to get out of a room after their visit is really over? They want to be off, and you want to have them off, but they don't know how to manage it. One would think they had been built in your parlor or study, and were waiting to be launched. I have contrived a sort of ceremonial inclined platform for such visitors, which being lubricated with certain smooth phrases, I back them down, metaphorically speaking, stern-foremost, into their "native element", the great ocean of out-doors.
The Autocrat of the Breakfast-Table, Oliver Wendell Holmes
I suspected I was in for a treat when I encountered this footnote within the first page or two.
The Treatise on Solitude is not so frequently seen lying on library tables as in our younger days. I remember that I always respected the title and let the book alone.
*snerk*
Does anyone who has ever written, whether it be it poetry or fanfic or whatever, not know this feeling?
Five of the seven verses were written off-hand; the other two took a week, - that is, were hanging around the desk in a ragged, forlorn, unrhymed condition as long as that. All poets will tell you such stories. ...Don't you know how hard it is for some people to get out of a room after their visit is really over? They want to be off, and you want to have them off, but they don't know how to manage it. One would think they had been built in your parlor or study, and were waiting to be launched. I have contrived a sort of ceremonial inclined platform for such visitors, which being lubricated with certain smooth phrases, I back them down, metaphorically speaking, stern-foremost, into their "native element", the great ocean of out-doors.
The Autocrat of the Breakfast-Table, Oliver Wendell Holmes
I suspected I was in for a treat when I encountered this footnote within the first page or two.
The Treatise on Solitude is not so frequently seen lying on library tables as in our younger days. I remember that I always respected the title and let the book alone.
*snerk*
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"Well, we really must be going. No, really, we ought to be off. It's been lovely; we must do it again sometime. Well, tata for now..." etc. until you are ready to apply boot to rear. ;D
Some fics are just like that, or at least until you finally find that final sentence.
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Perfect summation. I have only written a couple of fics and poetry escapes me but I understand exactly what you're saying.
This is the most hectic time of yr for you at work too isn't it?
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Thanks for this post, my dear. How are you doing? I hope you're ok and life is good to you.
*hugs tight*
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Life is fine, but it will be a whole lot more fine in six days when school is out for the summer. Whee!
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