Curses

Mar. 11th, 2002 10:34 am
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I'm falling behind on my self-imposed project to write a hundred 100 word stories, maybe it's lack of inspiration, maybe it's general apathy or maybe it's because the phase of the moon isn't quite right*. Whatever it is maybe some inspired story ideas will sort me out, so if you have a moment supply me with a single sentance idea or maybe a title for a story and I'll try and write a 100 word story on it. If I ever get around to publishing (haha) then I'll credit you.

* Warning: The current phase of the moon is not a accurate representative scale for any judgement of my cognitive facilities, it and any other celestial bodies have a + negligible effect on my social, mental and physical state, so any attempt to apply this and any other planetary influence as a judgement as to anything I do will be treated with bemusement.

+As yet proven

Inspiration

Date: 2002-03-11 07:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sesquipedality.livejournal.com
Inspiration is a fickle thing. After a while, the author found that she only had ideas while in the height of coitus. A sexual revolution ensued, as a result of which she lost her husband, her children and all her friends. The adage "familiarity breeds comtempt" proved true, she couldn't come, and the novel never got finished.

Our heroine, destitute and alone, found that prostitution provided a stable income, and she soon gave up all thoughts of writing. Until the day she died, the novel lurked, like the picture of Dorian Gray, in her attic. Most nights, she slept fine.

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