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Posted on 08/07/2007 7:52:15 AM PDT by HairOfTheDog
Welcome to The Hobbit Hole!
Sing hey! for the bath at close of day
That washes the weary mud away!
A loon is he that will not sing:
O! Water Hot is anoble thing!
O! Sweet is the sound of falling rain.
and the brook that leaps from hill to plain;
but better than rain or rippling streams
is Water Hot that smokes and steams.
O! Water cold we may pour at need
down a thirsty throat and be glad indeed;
but better is Beer, if drink we lack,
and Water Hot poured down the back.
O! Water is fair that leaps on high
in a fountain white beneath the sky;
but never did fountain sound so sweet
as splashing Hot Water with my feet!
Wishing all the best... Check in soon and let us know how it went.
Good morning everyone!
Heh, that’s cute.
How’s the plotting going?
Oh dear.
That does sortof remind me of a bad scene with Zulu...
My college boyfriend had a bunch of groceries in boxes to take back to school, and we went out for some more errands leaving his dog, a Weimeraner, and Zulu in his parents house. When we got home, someone had obviously been in the pancake mix. There was white powder everywhere. We both said our dogs would never do that... but when they came around the corner they both had WHITE faces. ;~)
It’s not. Oh well. I tried writing part of another story to just get things moving, but only managed a couple hundred words. I’m wondering if I’m actually going to finish this year. We shall see.
I’m waiting for the phone to ring, kind of. I talked to my youngest brother last night, and he reported that he’d heard that my sister-in-law had gone into labor, so the baby should have arrived by now.
He’s *only* eleven days late. Lazy little guy. Takin’ after my brother from day one, it appears... ;-)
Heh...and did they both claim innocence? ;-)
Funny.
I remember a scene with my little sister Margaret and a red Cray-Pas (does anyone remember those? Oil paint crayons?) that ended up a lot like that dog. She had it allll over her. She used a white wall as a canvas, too. Oops!
She was *fast*, so she managed to get into more trouble than about any of us. She could go from playing innocently to full-on deep trouble in about thirty seconds flat.
I’m realizing that I’m stuck with a slightly wishy-washy female doctoral candidate in English who likes dressing up in Jane Austen dresses and ballroom dancing as my heroine. Um. Ooh-kay.
Well...I could see that being appealing to some.
I’m still not sure how exactly one of the gals in my story is at all appealing.
I also have the uneasy feeling that the second I start writing, all the planning I’ve done will go out the window and the characters will completely change and the victim will become a main character instead of almost just a plot device, and...well, the usual NaNo stuff, I guess.
Ugh, no, it’s not appealing. She’s going to have to stiffen up a little though I’m notsure when it’ll happen. I’m not entirely sure why main guy is attracted to her, actually, other than that he’s sort of been seeing things through her eyes for ten years.
Have him lose an eye and wear and eyepatch. That’s instant +2 to cool stats.
Hmmm - there must be a triple precious nearby. I see what you’re about.
I resent that implication! I might recent it less though if saying so did not get one post closer.
er, resent not recent. What? No I did not misspell deliberatly just to get another non spam post! I recent taht implacation too.
Seems like it might clash with the tux but I will consider it.
Typo virus?
Could be. Certainly not spam at all.
:-D
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