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witticaster) wrote2008-08-11 09:26 pm
witticaster) wrote2008-08-11 09:26 pm
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DAMN IT, family.
I was writing something, and then you all had to go and come down here and do things and then I lost my entire thread of thought. It was the first exercise from the book![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
greyfable recommended, The 3 A.M. Epiphany, and it was supposed to be Niko and it wasn't really going anywhere or being at all good, but DAMN IT I WAS WRITING OKAY.
...I'm putting it up here anyhow, so I can maybe try and rescue it when I can retreat somewhere silent and laptop the hell out of it (MAYBE TOMORROW OMG). This is why I'm so desperate for the ability to move my computer around lately. >> Because no one can shut up around here.
I was thrown from a meditative state by a large crash in the living room, followed by a string of inventive but not particularly surprising curses, thrown by an all-too-familiar voice.
"...May you be struck down by a lightning bolt as massive as Zeus' belief in his own sex appeal," Goodfellow's voice carried into the bedroom like an uninvited ventriloquist act, "because a lightning bolt as massive as his dick simply wouldn’t be enough to do the trick. Priapus, he was not--and Priapus himself? A face so unbearably hideous that it wouldn’t have mattered if he was as long as the Eiffel Tower, which I can assure you he wasn’t."
He tossed a cursory glance in the direction of the bedroom when I appeared in the doorway and neglected to say anything further on the subject of famous penises of classical mythology.
I was writing something, and then you all had to go and come down here and do things and then I lost my entire thread of thought. It was the first exercise from the book
greyfable recommended, The 3 A.M. Epiphany, and it was supposed to be Niko and it wasn't really going anywhere or being at all good, but DAMN IT I WAS WRITING OKAY....I'm putting it up here anyhow, so I can maybe try and rescue it when I can retreat somewhere silent and laptop the hell out of it (MAYBE TOMORROW OMG). This is why I'm so desperate for the ability to move my computer around lately. >> Because no one can shut up around here.
I was thrown from a meditative state by a large crash in the living room, followed by a string of inventive but not particularly surprising curses, thrown by an all-too-familiar voice.
"...May you be struck down by a lightning bolt as massive as Zeus' belief in his own sex appeal," Goodfellow's voice carried into the bedroom like an uninvited ventriloquist act, "because a lightning bolt as massive as his dick simply wouldn’t be enough to do the trick. Priapus, he was not--and Priapus himself? A face so unbearably hideous that it wouldn’t have mattered if he was as long as the Eiffel Tower, which I can assure you he wasn’t."
He tossed a cursory glance in the direction of the bedroom when I appeared in the doorway and neglected to say anything further on the subject of famous penises of classical mythology.