|SUBMUNITIONS: There's That Goddamn Sun Again
||[Jun. 19th, 2006|10:26 pm]
Another day down the mines of our lives. We drink 'til we stink and smoke 'til we choke because that's how we get things done, you and me. Spending our lives making things and making things out of our lives, because anything else would be dull as hell and we're damned if we're going to sit at the other end of whatever years we get saying, well, what the fuck was that for?|
Years of scars, lipstick and tears, and every day the dawn comes on we turn our eyes up in surprise, saying, "There's that goddamn sun again."
© Warren Ellis 2006
(SUBMUNITIONS: stories inside 100 words)
Ah. In Scotland, we turn our eyes up in surprise, and say.. "Shit. No sun, AGAIN? IT'S SUMMER AND I AM FREEZING MY LEFT NUT OFF"
..I don't have a left nut.
But beautiful story.
I don't know how you can do so much with so little words, but I guess that's why you're the pro.
Scotland sounds like paradise compared to Florida.
2006-06-19 09:34 pm (UTC)
I've been meaning to ask you for a while:
What do you do to practice? To improve your writing skills, I mean. How do you benchmark if you're writing better than you were last year?
PS - I've been branching out. What do you think?
"What do you do to practice? To improve your writing skills, I mean. "
Well... these things. 100 words is a useful discipline (as is journalism).
Nice shot. Excellent composition.
I know I can always rely on you to understand that particular sentiment.
you're sneaking love letters past us, aren't you?
I love nothing.
Except coffee. But that's only because I haven't got any.
Have you got any?
Mmmm scars; let me run my finger round them.
"There's that goddamn sun again."
That's an amazing line. Made my day. Irony.
I like it, but it seems more like free-style poetry to me. Not a complaint just an observation.
As always thank you for the freebies.
I like getting some music into prose sometimes, but I like structure too much to get into poetry.
Too familiar. (The feeling, not the writing). Vivid.
Having you on my friendslist and seeing your entries is very reassuring, do you know that?
(No, I'm serious.)
Stop writing about me.
Except the 'stop' part.
Well done, Mr. Ellis.
I wish I could compose, because there's something of music in this last one. Would you mind if I sent this to a guitarist friend of mine to see what he could do with it?
This is easily one of my favorite things of yours since Lonely City.