Accept The Fluster Of Lost Door Keys | The Hour Badly Spent

[redbrunja]

 I feel blagh.

I know what I want to write for my current fanfic prompts, but I can't seem to get myself to sit down and write them.

I am bored with all 3240 songs in my iTunes.

Also, I finished the latest Harper Connelly book and loved it (so much better than the Sookie Stackhouse series) but it was in no way what I should have read right before bed.

I was thinking of trying a one-sentence meme to get the fanfic fingers typing:

Give me a fandom, character/pairing, and one-word prompt and I'll write you one sentence of fic.

Also, today's poem is one I adore both for the sentiment and the grace with with Bishop uses the form (I am blanking on the term at the moment).

One Art
by Elizabeth Bishop

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.


--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

Comments

[rashaka.livejournal.com]

Hollows, Jenks, envy.

[redbrunja.livejournal.com]

It was as smooth as nectar sliding down a throat; Ivy sweeping Rachel's legs out from under her, snapping a plastic zip-cuff on the witch's wrist, while Jenks just hovered above them, dust bursting from his wings, useless as thistledown.

[redbrunja.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you're enjoying them!

[qualapec.livejournal.com]

Blegh. I hate that feeling. Right now, I need to write two fics for an exchange and I can't muster the energy.

For the MEME:

LotS, Kahlan- Wolves

[redbrunja.livejournal.com]

I know! It's so frustrating. I know what I want to happen, but whenever I open a browser/new doc... nada.

Kahlan could almost hear the thumping heartbeats of the men chasing her; soon, those hearts would belong to her, or they would be forever silent.

[ivy-chan.livejournal.com]

That poem is gorgeous. I really am enjoying all the poetry cropping up lately. <3

For the meme: Alice in Wonderland, Alice/White Queen, aqua vitae.

[redbrunja.livejournal.com]

Yeah, me too! I reminds me that that is a written form I really, really need to practice.

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It wasn't the drink the White Queen concocted that made Alice feel the right size - it was slipping into armor that fit like it had been made to her measurements.

[redbrunja.livejournal.com]

Oooh, is this a good vampire novel? Please do tell me more brunja...

It's not. It's a series of paranormal mysteries about a woman who can sense dead bodies, who they were and how they died after being struck by lightning. They're creepy and dark in a very down-home, blue-collar way and usually take place in a strata of society that doesn't get a lot of attention in most books.

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Mai darted back, keeping her eyes on the peasant with the hooked swords.