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“What does my ideal fortuneteller look like”?
I do not know. Google has failed you.
“Cow eyes” is amazingly popular.
When I was little we owned a cow. She had the prettiest big brown eyes. Her name was Daisy, and she liked to get out of the pasture. I don’t remember what happened to her. Probably she ended up in the freezer.
And now all my posts are tagged. I was going to post a delightful photo of a cricetid corpse, but now it’s dinner time. Maybe tomorrow.
A lot of people like to write out their first draft before coming back to touch up their prose. Well, I like to do that too. I find all sorts of infelicities. But, for me, the words need to have a certain rightness before I can go any further. I can’t imagine trying to clean up a whole 100k words of really shitty first draft. I’d be too discouraged to even begin.
These snips below are an example of why I write so slow. All came from the same writing session, and they’re typical of my writing practice.
Plop plop plop — all around her water was dripping off the leaves, splashing her, spattering onto the leaves crackling underfoot, draining into radiant green moss. Thin wisps of steam climbed up sunbeams.
becomes
Plop plop plop — all around her water was dripping off the leaves, splashing her, spattering onto the leaves crackling underfoot. Thin wisps of steam floated up from radiant green moss.
and then
Plop plop plop — all around her water was dripping off the leaves, splashing her, spattering onto the leaves crackling underfoot, draining into radiant green moss. Wisps of shimmering steam drifted upward.
changes to
Plop plop plop — all around her water was dripping off the leaves, splashing her, spattering onto the leaves crackling underfoot, draining into radiant green moss. Wisps of steam shimmered upward.
and yet another (probably the last till revision time)
Plop. Plop plop. Plop. All around her water was dripping off the leaves, splashing her, spattering onto the leaves crackling underfoot, draining into radiant green moss. Wisps of steam shimmered upward.
