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| 04:36am 15/04/2009 |
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i was lookin a my old writings and my main heroine Carrie is sarcastic and sweet, but in the end she is a lover and loves strong one person (well 3 people, but one for each reality she's in, each one isn't aware of the other existence anyway)
but my new heroines are always playin the field,
Jamie has 3 guys who could argue they're her bfs and
Carina just sleeps with everyone she finds appealing.
And they even lack many of the sarcastic and interesting aspects that make up the Carrie persona. I might need to work on these people a bit to make them feed off of each other.
But I think I definitely want to revamp my turquoise violets idea which is a romantic bit involving twins and 2 guys they met at school. I like playing with the characters of the two girls and the guys that adore them.
I guess I've shyed away from romance lately, because I'm not sure it sells. but when you write, you write what's in your heart and i think the romance in my heart is being rekindled with that man who i disapprove of, but will love for a while yet.
I was listening to the proclaimers song 1000 Miles, "I would walk 500 miles and I would walk 500 more just to be the man to walk 1000 miles to fall down at your door." The first time I heard that song I was in high school, my husband loved the song, but it didn't make any sense to me. But just listening to it, I thought, hehe, I would love to sing that song to Matt when I'm drunk (I love Irish drinking songs as a rule) and it's practically true, maybe not the 1000 miles, but I walk about 3 miles to see him often and I certainly do fall down at his door. |
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| 05:19am 15/04/2009 |
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She stood there with her cute nose, perfect physique
Once again the mocking, the name calling
The ugly words; freak, dyke, disgusting
Everything of hers- good, beautiful
Everything of me- bad, odd, warped
Who was to know
So shiny, so lovely, so full of life
To fall apart like a moth
The slightest touch
Dusted her wings off on my palm
She is no more
I never wash my hands again
That bit of her will always be mine. |
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