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Heehee, as you wish:)

It's just a series of one-hour live-stream sessions on YouTube (links on the site), that are just fifteen minutes of inspirational words, and writing prompts, songs, and then you just do your own writing for the rest of the time before the next live stream host takes over =) It lasts for like eight hours if you're crazy enough to stick with it that long, and is just a good way to catch up if (like me) you're embarrassingly behind =0

Hooray!
 
I'm so behind it's painful!

grins with a blush

I ended up getting...side tracked today otherwise that would have been really useful.
When my writing time starts, hopefully soon, I might have to take a look!
 
What's your goal? If you don't mind me asking.

I was aiming for 60,000 although I think my story will be far longer...if I can only write the bloody thing! I should be on 24k today...and I'm almost at 12k.

giggles

So only need to do the same again to catch up!
 
For what it's worth you have my respect in spades. I've been telling myself I'll work on my story for a couple of months now :(

Just in case you needed a name to fit into the "At least I'm not as bad as...." slot :)
 
Haha, I am nowhere near as ambitious. I'm aiming for half of that. =] Should be on 13k, have less than 3k. Oh dear.

Word warring with a friend is helping immensely. I wish you luck in your catching up!
 
Well hell...

I don't even participate in those writing challenges. I'm only in it for the RP.

You're all better than me. :rolleyes:
 
Bert_Fegg said:
For what it's worth you have my respect in spades. I've been telling myself I'll work on my story for a couple of months now :(

Just in case you needed a name to fit into the "At least I'm not as bad as...." slot :)
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NaNo is my attempt at getting myself into serious writing mode. I have a novel I've been working on for a l-o-n-g time but it needs some serious editing and re-working. All 260,000 words of it.

grins

I never found the time to write but I made myself do NaNo in November and the process really worked for me. Having to write something everyday.

It's never too late to start though...

smiles

StarryEyed665 said:
Haha, I am nowhere near as ambitious. I'm aiming for half of that. =] Should be on 13k, have less than 3k. Oh dear.

Word warring with a friend is helping immensely. I wish you luck in your catching up!
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Good luck with yours too. Given how mad this time of year is for me, I think I might have been a little over enthusiastic but...going to push on anyway.

grins
 
A rave from the grave...

posted with permission...

You know how sometimes people close to you can catch your passions in the same way they can catch your colds. That happened to me a few years back in a long distance relationship. I'd taken some equipment down with me on a visit and we'd played around with it. She seemed to enjoy it, but I had no idea how much until we were chatting and she remarked that she wanted to go further. I was pretty pleased at that and I was looking forward, with far too much eagerness, to my next visit, when I assumed I'd be the one to show her the ropes as it were :)

I'm not going to lie. It wasn't easy to hear her say she'd made a few inquiries of her own and picked someone herself to do the honours. Worse - she was paying him. It's not like we had any kind of exclusivity agreement, not even implied, and she knew I played these games with others. but still - First time. I wanted her first time to be with me.

Long story short. I wasn't, but sitting there two hundred miles away I wrote my feelings down. The site where I hid them is sadly defunct, but Miss Serpentine has kindly allowed me to stash them here. Read and feel my pain...


It should have been me...



Today she'll be with another. I don't even know if it will be a man or a woman. - Probably a man. They usually are. She's going to pay some stranger to do what I'd do for free - Oh well, I can't blame her, I'm a long way away and a girl has needs after all...

So while I'm getting my house ready for her visit, he'll be uncoiling the rope, directing her movements, securing her with buckles and straps and for an hour or two she'll be under his...... Guidance shall we say? I believe there'll be another girl with her too - equally new to all of this. I bet they both have the time of their lives...

I'm not jealous, I don't really do jealousy anymore, but I can't deny I'm feeling a pang of something. First times are always special and a girl's first time should be with someone who values her for who she is herself, not just one client out of the dozen or so with appointments that day. It seems wrong in a way that I can't quite put my finger on.

Well, she's going to him - or her - and I'm happy that she's going, even if that isn't hugely apparent from the tone of this. But she'd better have a bloody good time - that's all. Whoever it is who gets to introduce her to all of this, had just better leave her with a very satisfied smile on that lovely face of hers, or so help me there will be a climbing wall instructor out there finding pubes in their salad...



Thanks PS, I seem to recall it being longer than that. Whatever. just means less time that you're not getting back :)
 
Britwitch said:
I have a novel I've been working on for a l-o-n-g time but it needs some serious editing and re-working. All 260,000 words of it.
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Yes, the editing's the thing, isn't it? That reminds me of one of my favourite quotations on writing, from Pascal: at the end of a long letter to a friend, he wrote:

'I’m sorry I wrote you such a long letter. I didn’t have time to write you a short one.'

I love that.

And dear Ms Starry-Eyed, it was a feeble joke about the previous name of Snickers bars. I forget how absurdly young you are...
 
DesEsseintes said:
Yes, the editing's the thing, isn't it? That reminds me of one of my favourite quotations on writing, from Pascal: at the end of a long letter to a friend, he wrote:

'I’m sorry I wrote you such a long letter. I didn’t have time to write you a short one.'

I love that.

And dear Ms Starry-Eyed, it was a feeble joke about the previous name of Snickers bars. I forget how absurdly young you are...
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Absurd, I am! Young, I may be. But my sister never fails to 'correct' the name whenever I buy one, so the joke did not go over my head =]

(And Bert, just . . . many lols =P)
 
Sorry, Ms Starry-Eyed - did not mean to patronize...and I agree that Bert's brilliance is becoming ever more apparent.

Bert, you now seem to specialise in the 'fake-erotic'. I wonder if you should branch out into the opposite: there's a cheeky writing challenge. So instead of writing something with all the tropes of erotica and gradually leading up to the non-reveal, as it were, why not write something desperately non-erotic and sneak more and more overt porn into it?

Perhaps a Haynes manual, or a bibliography of an eighteenth century Dean?

I think everything can be made to seem dirty mind. Like these chaps.
 
There you are then, Bert: seconded. You can't back out now.

And on a similar comic note, so many of the threads elsewhere make me think of this song...not sure the (usually terribly serious) posters would appreciate the sentiment, though.
 
Oh, I cannot tell you how much it pleases me that you mention them as well! And yes, this is incredibly relevant. Okay, now I must revisit all their sketches, it's been far too long. WW2 pilots, here I come!
 
Ah yes - the distinction between accent and dialect, skilfully explored in a series of lectures.

One of my favourites is this searing analysis of creeping gentrification in the style of Oliver!
 
DesEsseintes said:
Sorry, Ms Starry-Eyed - did not mean to patronize...and I agree that Bert's brilliance is becoming ever more apparent.

Bert, you now seem to specialise in the 'fake-erotic'. I wonder if you should branch out into the opposite: there's a cheeky writing challenge. So instead of writing something with all the tropes of erotica and gradually leading up to the non-reveal, as it were, why not write something desperately non-erotic and sneak more and more overt porn into it?

Perhaps a Haynes manual, or a bibliography of an eighteenth century Dean?

I think everything can be made to seem dirty mind. Like these chaps.
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That's a challenge, Maybe I could write something about climbing, since I don't have a great deal of technical knowledge about much else although I have to say that since my leg went into revolt I don't climb as much as I used to - in fact the lady I wrote that piece about recently bought most of my gear off me. Forgive me if I wax nostalgic for a second, but I remember the last climb we did together. Grooved Arete on the East face of Tryfan. She'd come a long way from when she used to top rope at K2 in Crawley. I feel some nostalgia coming on.....

As we walked in to the climb I thought we were going to have a bad day. I was feeling pretty annoyed at her, because she'd shagged four of my friends the previous evening. I guess she thought I'd approve, she was only doing it to please me, I knew that, but still, I'd brought six friends with me and she'd fucked four of them while I was filling the waterbottles from the stream. If she'd asked me I'd have told her not to lube them up, but she didn't ask and so she slathered on a load of oil which the grit stuck to and jammed up the mechanism - Couldn't use them on the climb after that - not until I'd cleaned them thoroughly, which I didn't have time for, so I wasn't best pleased with her.

But you know I could never stay angry at her for long, and at the foot of the route as she knelt down and grabbed my sack - Well - lets say it wasn't a good time to dwell on past mistakes. She took hold of my nuts and then looked up at me thoughtfully. I knew what she wanted.

I grudgingly offered her the first pitch and she eagerly accepted, taking my nuts and clipping them to the gear loops of her harness along with my two remaining friends and the rest of the gear. "I'm sure I gave you the crabs" I heard her say as she rummaged through my rucksack, but she hadn't. I'd clipped them into slings and stowed them in her rucksack when I'd rearranged the loads.

I could go on, but I don't have the skill to do this off the cuff. But climbing is a rich source of innuendo. Mountains are better than women in many respects, because Mountains will fuck you in every conceivable way :) Unlike sex though, climbing gets more exciting if you leave the rope behind.

Thanks for your compliments anyway. I'm not great at accepting them gracefully, but they're genuinely appreciated.

And thanks DE for the challenge - I wonder if I'm up to it? I guess we'll find out...
 
I just die every time Morten Harket appears. Currently on this; an insightful look into the origins of phatic discourse.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0BJs888yR1U

. . . goddammit, now I shall stop and continue writing.

You are incredibly talented at this, Bert! And provide me with many laughs :D I had no idea mountain climbing could sound so naughty.
 
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StarryEyed665 said:
I just die every time Morten Harket appears. Currently on this; an insightful look into the origins of phatic discourse.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0BJs888yR1U

. . . goddammit, now I shall stop and continue writing.

You are incredibly talented at this, Bert! And provide me with many laughs :D I had no idea mountain climbing could sound so naughty.
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You're too kind, and yes, the climbing vocabulary is a rich vein of filth and innuendo :)

Like this for instance
 
I like this:

"It's like everyone tells a story about themselves inside their own head. Always. All the time. That story makes you what you are. We build ourselves out of that story. I've got it now. You meet a girl: shy, unassuming. If you tell her she's beautiful, she'll think you're sweet but she won't believe you. She knows that beauty lies in your beholding. And sometimes that's enough. But you show her a better way. You show her she is beautiful. You make mirrors of your eyes, prayers of your hands against her body. It is hard, very hard, but when she truly believes you... Suddenly the story she tells herself in her own head changes. She transforms. She isn't seen as beautiful. She is beautiful, seen." - Bast. ("The Name Of The Wind")​
 
That is... beautiful. Can't believe I haven't heard of this book... (also, your avatar is just adorable)
 
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