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January Challenge at the Rookery
Dec. 27th, 2009 08:15 amHalflit's January challenge will be starting in a few days. It is a collaborative project between two partners; sign up here: http://tinyurl.com/ycwyvr2 if you're interested in participating!
On having a vivid imagination:
(6:00:01 PM) thisseverance: That image is just perfect.
(6:00:13 PM) thisseverance: You, running into hills, clutching your groin.
(6:00:33 PM) jesusmcmurphy: Singing Iron Maiden.
(6:00:36 PM) thisseverance: yes.
(6:00:44 PM) thisseverance: RUN TO THE HILLS
(6:00:46 PM) thisseverance: RUN FOR YOUR WAAAAANG
(6:00:50 PM) jesusmcmurphy: RUN FOR YOU...
(6:00:55 PM) jesusmcmurphy: Wow.
(6:00:01 PM) thisseverance: That image is just perfect.
(6:00:13 PM) thisseverance: You, running into hills, clutching your groin.
(6:00:33 PM) jesusmcmurphy: Singing Iron Maiden.
(6:00:36 PM) thisseverance: yes.
(6:00:44 PM) thisseverance: RUN TO THE HILLS
(6:00:46 PM) thisseverance: RUN FOR YOUR WAAAAANG
(6:00:50 PM) jesusmcmurphy: RUN FOR YOU...
(6:00:55 PM) jesusmcmurphy: Wow.
I cannot reiterate how much more enjoyable my free time is when I have a job. I'm enjoying work; it's nice to get out, nice not to be alone with my thoughts all twenty four hours of the day, nice to have a strong and reasonable impetus to put aside all of those other things (however pressing they are to my personal psyche) to focus on something that is simple, totally without drama or complication. I know how to do my job; I know how to do my job well. It's very, very black and white, and there are answers readily at hand when I have questions. This is a good world to live in, forty or so hours out of the week.
I'm completely exhausted, this afternoon, having started walking to work at a little after 445 AM for my first opening shift. My feet ache. I'm very glad to be off of them. That I have this evening in, private, quiet is a good thing. Mental preparation for tomorrow, the NaNoWriMo kickoff at midnight (oh, also Halloween but I don't have any related plans). I'm going to retouch my henna, do my nails, spend some time taking care of my skin (which I haven't been, shamefully, and it's showing). All this amid the comfortable weight of quite a bit of writing, and writing-related work. I need to edit for BF, there are bits and pieces bubbling up to my brain for Athlacarta, and I can feel myself reserving flashes of insight into the new novel (for next month, for November: it's called Sounding). These are all good things.
So, that is all. I'm home in the quiet, anxiously awaiting my date with several very dangerous muses once I've concluded the other work that awaits me this evening (job number 2 requires some attention this afternoon).
I'm completely exhausted, this afternoon, having started walking to work at a little after 445 AM for my first opening shift. My feet ache. I'm very glad to be off of them. That I have this evening in, private, quiet is a good thing. Mental preparation for tomorrow, the NaNoWriMo kickoff at midnight (oh, also Halloween but I don't have any related plans). I'm going to retouch my henna, do my nails, spend some time taking care of my skin (which I haven't been, shamefully, and it's showing). All this amid the comfortable weight of quite a bit of writing, and writing-related work. I need to edit for BF, there are bits and pieces bubbling up to my brain for Athlacarta, and I can feel myself reserving flashes of insight into the new novel (for next month, for November: it's called Sounding). These are all good things.
So, that is all. I'm home in the quiet, anxiously awaiting my date with several very dangerous muses once I've concluded the other work that awaits me this evening (job number 2 requires some attention this afternoon).
On Brilliance:
Oct. 21st, 2009 10:24 pm(10:21:53 PM) jesusmcmurphy: Woah.
(10:22:00 PM) jesusmcmurphy: Food and sex at the same time.
(10:22:06 PM) jesusmcmurphy: Holy shit.
(10:22:14 PM) jesusmcmurphy: holyshitholyshitholyshit.
(10:22:17 PM) jesusmcmurphy: I'm a genius.
(10:22:27 PM) thisseverance: ... you think you're the first person to come up with that?
(10:22:50 PM) jesusmcmurphy: You think that other people and their thoughts matter to me?
(10:22:00 PM) jesusmcmurphy: Food and sex at the same time.
(10:22:06 PM) jesusmcmurphy: Holy shit.
(10:22:14 PM) jesusmcmurphy: holyshitholyshitholyshit.
(10:22:17 PM) jesusmcmurphy: I'm a genius.
(10:22:27 PM) thisseverance: ... you think you're the first person to come up with that?
(10:22:50 PM) jesusmcmurphy: You think that other people and their thoughts matter to me?
Plot thoughts.
Oct. 20th, 2009 05:08 pmHmm. So, I have Children of Men on loan from Netflix this week. I watched (and enjoyed) most of it the other night. But I sortof... wandered away and didn't watch the end. It was playing for a while in the background after I had wandered away... so I have a pretty good idea of what was happening through most of the end of the flick. I haven't seen (or heard) the very end, so maybe there's a magnificent plot twist (don't tell me, I may watch it yet tonight) that I'm just not aware of. But that brings me to an interesting observation.
When the movie's action 'intensified', I got bored, and was no longer engaged enough to be glued to the screen, or pausing the film when I got up to get more cider so that I didn't miss anything. I got up to just glance at my email and ended up more engaged in doing nothing on the computer. It ceased being important. They lost my interest. I stopped caring. The struggle against the war setting was going on, there was lots of shouting and gunfire. Action for the sake of action bores me very quickly, and has no tension whatsoever to keep me engaged. I'm not totally sure where I fell off the attention-train on this one, or what caused me to, but I'm thinking about it, because I want to know what not to do in my writing.
When the movie's action 'intensified', I got bored, and was no longer engaged enough to be glued to the screen, or pausing the film when I got up to get more cider so that I didn't miss anything. I got up to just glance at my email and ended up more engaged in doing nothing on the computer. It ceased being important. They lost my interest. I stopped caring. The struggle against the war setting was going on, there was lots of shouting and gunfire. Action for the sake of action bores me very quickly, and has no tension whatsoever to keep me engaged. I'm not totally sure where I fell off the attention-train on this one, or what caused me to, but I'm thinking about it, because I want to know what not to do in my writing.
Malcontents.
Oct. 18th, 2009 11:10 pmI'm tired. I've been considering going to bed for more than an hour. I feel too restless and cranky to sleep. I am probably restless and cranky because I'm tired.
Not being able to see the person I'd like to go see on the east coast is beginning to wear. Really, not being able to plan any travel really sucks right now because there's more visiting than just that I'd like to accomplish, but that one stings particularly because it's a little more sensitive attachment. It's been more than two months. I knew it was going to be a while when we split ways last time, but at the time, I'd planned on at least having a plan at this point... I'd hoped to at least have an idea of when we'd next have an opportunity to intersect, and so far, that's still over the horizon for an indefinite period. That makes me want to cry a little. Or, in fact, just cry, as the case may be.
I'm going to go lay down. It's definitely been one of those 'I will try again tomorrow' evenings.
Not being able to see the person I'd like to go see on the east coast is beginning to wear. Really, not being able to plan any travel really sucks right now because there's more visiting than just that I'd like to accomplish, but that one stings particularly because it's a little more sensitive attachment. It's been more than two months. I knew it was going to be a while when we split ways last time, but at the time, I'd planned on at least having a plan at this point... I'd hoped to at least have an idea of when we'd next have an opportunity to intersect, and so far, that's still over the horizon for an indefinite period. That makes me want to cry a little. Or, in fact, just cry, as the case may be.
I'm going to go lay down. It's definitely been one of those 'I will try again tomorrow' evenings.
Bang, bang.
Oct. 14th, 2009 12:07 amWow. Today, eventually, rendered me totally undone by a headache. And I do mean totally.
Headaches. I get them, sometimes. They're a fact of life. Not a major one... I don't have them ALL the time. And I don't 'have migraines'. I guess that's what I got today? Anyway. I woke up with a headache. A mere mortal headache. It's never a good sign when I do; sleep is normally the cure so when sleep is the cause I know something is wrong in my world. I was not, however, surprised - see my last post for the rest of the state I woke up in.
It sort of came and went throughout the day. Bad enough to mention, not bad enough to stop me from doing anything. I did notice a little light sensitivity when I went for a breakfast sandwich this morning. It was very sunny - that bright Autumn sunlight when the air is clear. And I've been a bit of a troglodyte the last few days, so again, this didn't really surprise me. It wasn't BAD; just... whoa! Squinty bright. And then I got used to it and had forgotten by the time I got to coffee.
I felt worse by the time I drove up to my grandparents' house for supper. I'd already half-abdicated cooking the whole meal tonight, my cousin was bringing up wings and I was just going to get some side dishes rolling and make sure they didn't need anything. I bailed, however, before my cousin got there with supper (a little later than anticipated) and was in tears before I even got on the freeway between Coralville and Iowa City. Got home. Dropped my things very randomly around the house, ended up half naked from struggling out of any constrictive clothing, curled into the fetal position underneath all my blankets and bawled helplessly for a while. (Note: I have never in my life been moved to tears by a headache.) I eventually made it up, fumbled around in my things until I found a pill bottle with one Advil (my preferred painkiller) and two extra-strength Tylenol (I took those on the recommendation of a friend). Went back to bed and cried some more. Eventually fell asleep for about an hour and woke up feeling... mostly normal again. My head still feels -funny-, not uncommon when I've painkillered away a headache. Like, the headache is still there I've just rerouted my bodily understanding around a critical receptor or something.
Anyway, I'm still trying to figure out what that was all about. In the last couple of weeks I've been eating lightly, but reasonably well. Very little all-premade or 'out' food, mostly home-cooked meals, plenty of protein, a decent amount of vegetables, lots of carbs --
[we interrupt this broadcast with one of my kitten's favourite attention-getting mechanisms, to wedge his little face in between my hands on the keyboard. If I had a third party here, I'd photograph it - it's adorable]
anyway, yes, lots of carbs. I eat a lot of carbs. I've even been getting a fairly balanced amount of dairy, lately (never been a trouble for me; I don't have any food allergies. Or. Other allergies. 'cept maybe annoying kitten allergies). Milk is something I rarely consume because I simply don't like it by itself which is sad for my probable lack of calcium, but I've been eating cereal with milk pretty regularly. Like, regularly enough that it has been stocked in my fridge. Preemptively even so I don't run out. In the last several days I've been trying to drink more water, because I've been quite thirsty in the evenings. It's probably still not as much as I -should- be drinking, but I have been putting down several cups throughout the day. (I drank two earlier this evening when I was still at my grandparents' place in hopes that would help. It didnt).
I'm sortof craving eggs. Now. Like they're one of the only things that sounds good to eat at the moment. I just had one crispy fried in butter and that went down very very happily (I might in fact have another before I go to bed, considering that I substituted a late bagel with jam for a decent dinner). I wonder what the complaint is? Maybe I should start taking a vitamin?
Headaches. I get them, sometimes. They're a fact of life. Not a major one... I don't have them ALL the time. And I don't 'have migraines'. I guess that's what I got today? Anyway. I woke up with a headache. A mere mortal headache. It's never a good sign when I do; sleep is normally the cure so when sleep is the cause I know something is wrong in my world. I was not, however, surprised - see my last post for the rest of the state I woke up in.
It sort of came and went throughout the day. Bad enough to mention, not bad enough to stop me from doing anything. I did notice a little light sensitivity when I went for a breakfast sandwich this morning. It was very sunny - that bright Autumn sunlight when the air is clear. And I've been a bit of a troglodyte the last few days, so again, this didn't really surprise me. It wasn't BAD; just... whoa! Squinty bright. And then I got used to it and had forgotten by the time I got to coffee.
I felt worse by the time I drove up to my grandparents' house for supper. I'd already half-abdicated cooking the whole meal tonight, my cousin was bringing up wings and I was just going to get some side dishes rolling and make sure they didn't need anything. I bailed, however, before my cousin got there with supper (a little later than anticipated) and was in tears before I even got on the freeway between Coralville and Iowa City. Got home. Dropped my things very randomly around the house, ended up half naked from struggling out of any constrictive clothing, curled into the fetal position underneath all my blankets and bawled helplessly for a while. (Note: I have never in my life been moved to tears by a headache.) I eventually made it up, fumbled around in my things until I found a pill bottle with one Advil (my preferred painkiller) and two extra-strength Tylenol (I took those on the recommendation of a friend). Went back to bed and cried some more. Eventually fell asleep for about an hour and woke up feeling... mostly normal again. My head still feels -funny-, not uncommon when I've painkillered away a headache. Like, the headache is still there I've just rerouted my bodily understanding around a critical receptor or something.
Anyway, I'm still trying to figure out what that was all about. In the last couple of weeks I've been eating lightly, but reasonably well. Very little all-premade or 'out' food, mostly home-cooked meals, plenty of protein, a decent amount of vegetables, lots of carbs --
[we interrupt this broadcast with one of my kitten's favourite attention-getting mechanisms, to wedge his little face in between my hands on the keyboard. If I had a third party here, I'd photograph it - it's adorable]
anyway, yes, lots of carbs. I eat a lot of carbs. I've even been getting a fairly balanced amount of dairy, lately (never been a trouble for me; I don't have any food allergies. Or. Other allergies. 'cept maybe annoying kitten allergies). Milk is something I rarely consume because I simply don't like it by itself which is sad for my probable lack of calcium, but I've been eating cereal with milk pretty regularly. Like, regularly enough that it has been stocked in my fridge. Preemptively even so I don't run out. In the last several days I've been trying to drink more water, because I've been quite thirsty in the evenings. It's probably still not as much as I -should- be drinking, but I have been putting down several cups throughout the day. (I drank two earlier this evening when I was still at my grandparents' place in hopes that would help. It didnt).
I'm sortof craving eggs. Now. Like they're one of the only things that sounds good to eat at the moment. I just had one crispy fried in butter and that went down very very happily (I might in fact have another before I go to bed, considering that I substituted a late bagel with jam for a decent dinner). I wonder what the complaint is? Maybe I should start taking a vitamin?
Bitter mornings.
Oct. 13th, 2009 10:16 amOk.
Deep breath.
We've swung back into one of those periods where my normally more minor degree of insomnia falls apart into usually waking up feeling substantially worse than I went to sleep. Forget sleeping solidly through the night. It's been months since I had one of those. Oh well. But mercy, I wish the nightmares/night terrors would give up on me. If I'm going to wake up several times during the small hours, I would rather not do so panicked, disoriented, and unable to make sense of where I am or why in my own apartment.
Deep breath.
We've swung back into one of those periods where my normally more minor degree of insomnia falls apart into usually waking up feeling substantially worse than I went to sleep. Forget sleeping solidly through the night. It's been months since I had one of those. Oh well. But mercy, I wish the nightmares/night terrors would give up on me. If I'm going to wake up several times during the small hours, I would rather not do so panicked, disoriented, and unable to make sense of where I am or why in my own apartment.
“It has often been said
there’s so much to be read,
you never can cram
all those words in your head.
So the writer who breeds
more words than he needs
is making a chore
for the reader who reads.
That’s why my belief is
the briefer the brief is,
the greater the sigh
of the reader’s relief is.”
- Dr. Seuss
there’s so much to be read,
you never can cram
all those words in your head.
So the writer who breeds
more words than he needs
is making a chore
for the reader who reads.
That’s why my belief is
the briefer the brief is,
the greater the sigh
of the reader’s relief is.”
- Dr. Seuss
10 Rules of Writing
Oct. 12th, 2009 10:43 amhttp://alisialeavitt.blogspot.com/2
This is one of the best articles I've read in a long time. Devoid of flippant 'tricks' designed with no more content than is necessary to make the author sound pithy, Alisia Leavitt's rules are the same things that I've been advised directly by quite a few people in the last few years. They are not gimmicks that claim to be able to 'make you write', or ways to tap into this or that fad style or genre. They are aspects of craft that even a writer with obvious talent could, and does, easily miss.
I read a lot of advice on writing and the industry, people's experiences in the publishing world, query letter faux pas, articles from the angle of an agent or publisher on what things about writers make them insane. Some of it is very basic, things that make me have to remind myself that, yes, some people don't get this. Don't submit a manuscript full of typos and technical errors even if you know an editor is going to go over it before publication (of course this does not absolve you of doing the bulk of the work yourself!). Be prepared for rejection letters (the only person who thinks everything you do is perfect, that you're the smartest person in the world, the way it is and the best thing they've ever seen is your grandmother. Not even your mom, people). That sort of thing. Still others are focused on tips and techniques that I frankly don't agree with, but more often than not are coming from authors who are doing a very different kind of business than I want to do. The gentleman who wrote a very well thought-out blog post on how he believes revising/rewriting is actually an extremely bad thing for authors to do had published 90 novels. None of which, frankly, I thought I would enjoy reading. It's a different animal.
So, here they are. Ten very solid, very tough pieces of advice that, if followed well, should help to keep your manuscript from becoming a gargantuan, unwieldy beast of high-minded over-description and vocabulary flaunting. Being a writer is not about proving how well you can use words. It's about communication.
This is one of the best articles I've read in a long time. Devoid of flippant 'tricks' designed with no more content than is necessary to make the author sound pithy, Alisia Leavitt's rules are the same things that I've been advised directly by quite a few people in the last few years. They are not gimmicks that claim to be able to 'make you write', or ways to tap into this or that fad style or genre. They are aspects of craft that even a writer with obvious talent could, and does, easily miss.
I read a lot of advice on writing and the industry, people's experiences in the publishing world, query letter faux pas, articles from the angle of an agent or publisher on what things about writers make them insane. Some of it is very basic, things that make me have to remind myself that, yes, some people don't get this. Don't submit a manuscript full of typos and technical errors even if you know an editor is going to go over it before publication (of course this does not absolve you of doing the bulk of the work yourself!). Be prepared for rejection letters (the only person who thinks everything you do is perfect, that you're the smartest person in the world, the way it is and the best thing they've ever seen is your grandmother. Not even your mom, people). That sort of thing. Still others are focused on tips and techniques that I frankly don't agree with, but more often than not are coming from authors who are doing a very different kind of business than I want to do. The gentleman who wrote a very well thought-out blog post on how he believes revising/rewriting is actually an extremely bad thing for authors to do had published 90 novels. None of which, frankly, I thought I would enjoy reading. It's a different animal.
So, here they are. Ten very solid, very tough pieces of advice that, if followed well, should help to keep your manuscript from becoming a gargantuan, unwieldy beast of high-minded over-description and vocabulary flaunting. Being a writer is not about proving how well you can use words. It's about communication.
Two kinds of writers.
Oct. 8th, 2009 09:03 am"A publisher suggests there are two kinds of writers." http://behlerblog.wordpress.com/200
Reader beware: this could potentially be offensive, if you find yourself exhibiting traits that put you in the one category and you feel like you ought to be in the other.
That said, this is a very good article and one that I'm saving to keep myself firmly in perspective as I continue in my pursuit of publication. The business of being a writer has to do with a lot more than simply talent and skill at the craft of writing. No matter how profound your talent and skill at the craft of writing are, you're not above that. You can look out across any industry, any trade, and see that. You can be as good as anything - you can be the best in the world - at doing any particular thing. But if you are not a good business person, then you will not be able to make it your business.
Now, this doesn't mean that - as a writer - I need to go off to business school. I don't think I need to know everything there is to know about marketing, promotion, etc and etc. But I do need to know how they apply to what I want for my own success, how to find them, and how to be a tool for them in the hands of people whose direct business it is (editors, agents, etc). Feeling above the process is only a method of standing in my own way. I intend to avoid that as much as possible.
Part of being a 'serious' writer, and I'd daresay a good writer, frankly, has to do with being able to exercise a certain degree of humility. Much as we'd like to hole up, unwashed and unshaven with our typewriters and coffee, to be alone with our work, this is not a hermit's craft, and in this day and age the industry requires a great deal of interaction and networking. A degree of humility goes a really long way in relationships of any kind, with any body (though god knows nobody manages an appropriate degree of humility all the time - but it's something to shoot for). This extends not only to taking yourself 'too seriously' and thinking that you exist outside the lines drawn for mere mortals, but also being able to receive and work with critique, even being able to edit your own work without external feedback. Critical, I say! Some people tell you that 'revision' and 'rewriting' and 'editing' is actually useless nonsense designed to keep the new writer down, but I think that's mumbo jumbo. I'm a fan of editing.
Just... try to stay out of your own way. There's such a thing as overdoing it; all of it. Confidence, humility, adjectives...
Reader beware: this could potentially be offensive, if you find yourself exhibiting traits that put you in the one category and you feel like you ought to be in the other.
That said, this is a very good article and one that I'm saving to keep myself firmly in perspective as I continue in my pursuit of publication. The business of being a writer has to do with a lot more than simply talent and skill at the craft of writing. No matter how profound your talent and skill at the craft of writing are, you're not above that. You can look out across any industry, any trade, and see that. You can be as good as anything - you can be the best in the world - at doing any particular thing. But if you are not a good business person, then you will not be able to make it your business.
Now, this doesn't mean that - as a writer - I need to go off to business school. I don't think I need to know everything there is to know about marketing, promotion, etc and etc. But I do need to know how they apply to what I want for my own success, how to find them, and how to be a tool for them in the hands of people whose direct business it is (editors, agents, etc). Feeling above the process is only a method of standing in my own way. I intend to avoid that as much as possible.
Part of being a 'serious' writer, and I'd daresay a good writer, frankly, has to do with being able to exercise a certain degree of humility. Much as we'd like to hole up, unwashed and unshaven with our typewriters and coffee, to be alone with our work, this is not a hermit's craft, and in this day and age the industry requires a great deal of interaction and networking. A degree of humility goes a really long way in relationships of any kind, with any body (though god knows nobody manages an appropriate degree of humility all the time - but it's something to shoot for). This extends not only to taking yourself 'too seriously' and thinking that you exist outside the lines drawn for mere mortals, but also being able to receive and work with critique, even being able to edit your own work without external feedback. Critical, I say! Some people tell you that 'revision' and 'rewriting' and 'editing' is actually useless nonsense designed to keep the new writer down, but I think that's mumbo jumbo. I'm a fan of editing.
Just... try to stay out of your own way. There's such a thing as overdoing it; all of it. Confidence, humility, adjectives...
Proper Binge
Oct. 7th, 2009 11:42 amA movie by Alaskans, with Alaskans, in Alaska! Fancy that. Featured actor and my good friend Berick Cook just sent me the trailer for a movie called Proper Binge, to be viewed here: http://vimeo.com/6886584. I'm extremely excited about this, can't wait for it to come out. The lads is doing a good job they is!
Hoping to snag a reader.
Oct. 6th, 2009 12:30 pmDear everyone: I'm thinking about submitting a short story to a science fiction magazine some time in the next week or so. It's done, about 2500 words long (7 pages double spaced), and I could use someone to give it a look over and give me some feedback (real feedback - I need to know what's weak, what doesn't make sense, and where the story is strong so that I can tighten the rest of it up to par). As always, if you want to swap now or in the future I am more than happy to return the favor in kind. Drop me an email if you're interested, I'll send you the .doc (unless you can' open those, in which case let me know).
Thanks <3
Thanks <3
Last night, I was awake with unnatural energy until about four AM. Slept, had a terrible dream, can't shake the bad feeling. The bad feeling isn't dream-specific, it just feels like I am incapable of being positive, like everything is going to be disaster. I'm worried about getting a job, worried about the emotional attachment in my life, everything. There's not any reason for this. So I'm knitting to calm my nerves and hoping tomorrow looks better.
On pick-up lines:
Oct. 1st, 2009 08:06 pm(8:04:45 PM) Torbjørn: Die whore of babylon
(8:04:56 PM) Paradoxical: ... wow. Not every day a girl has that kind of a line laid on her.
(8:05:00 PM) Paradoxical: Where you from, cowboy?
(8:05:11 PM) Torbjørn: Texas
(He's actually from Norway)
(8:04:56 PM) Paradoxical: ... wow. Not every day a girl has that kind of a line laid on her.
(8:05:00 PM) Paradoxical: Where you from, cowboy?
(8:05:11 PM) Torbjørn: Texas
(He's actually from Norway)
Halflit's October Writing Challenge
Oct. 1st, 2009 10:44 am
Halflit.net's October Writing Challenge begins TODAY. This month, it is taking place in the public Rookery forum. The information post for the challenge is here: http://halflit.net/rookery/forum/viewto
Everyone is invited to join.
If you are not interested in a writing challenge or do not have time this month, please drop in anyway. We will be hosting challenges as an ongoing thing and I would love to hear new ideas of different things we can do to stretch people out into avenues they haven't explored.
See you!
October Writing Challenge at the Rookery
Sep. 28th, 2009 11:21 pmWe'll be having a fun little writing challenge at the Halflit Rookery forum starting Thursday, October 1st.
We're still hashing out exactly how many prompts there will be and WHAT those prompts will be.
Everyone is invited to participate. For the contest rules, news on how to participate, and/or to have your say (input is encouraged) about the potential topics/prompts, check out http://halflit.net/rookery/forum/viewfo
Hope to see you!
We're still hashing out exactly how many prompts there will be and WHAT those prompts will be.
Everyone is invited to participate. For the contest rules, news on how to participate, and/or to have your say (input is encouraged) about the potential topics/prompts, check out http://halflit.net/rookery/forum/viewfo
Hope to see you!