With Such Words
if you aren't a hypocrite, your moral standards aren't high enough
Sunday Style Challenge 
11th-Jan-2015 11:41 am
talibusorabat: An older white man in a crown "So I've executed all the sorcerers...wait, there's Harry Potter." (Merlin: Harry Potter)
I basically vanished again, oops. I'm still reading a lot of articles and saving them to my Pinboard. I'm still watching too many tv shows and having too intense feelings. I'm still feeling pretty lost overall.

But I've also been doing a lot more writing. I've started working again on an old project, which I hope to share more details about in a few weeks, and I'm trying to get other writing practice in too. I tried this particular exercise on Tumblr and liked it a lot, so I thought I'd make it a weekly thing.

Give me the name of an author & a prompt, and I'll write at least 500 words in their style.
Comments 
13th-Jan-2015 02:28 am (UTC)
talibusorabat: Puppy with glasses "I am who I am. Your approval is not needed." (Default)
Eeeeee I will try to get that written tomorrow :3

(I am better than I feel, yay brain chemistry. How are you? /latchclings)
16th-Jan-2015 04:35 am (UTC)
ravenrants: (Default)

(fuck brain chemistry. I think it's a crapshoot most days. I'm okay. quitting my job. don't have another one lined up yet. you?)

24th-Jan-2015 04:36 pm (UTC)
talibusorabat: Puppy with glasses "I am who I am. Your approval is not needed." (Default)
wow thought I had replied to this wtf self. Yikes on quitting your job! I hope you can find a new one soon. I'm still chugging along at my same old job. There are good days and bad days.
24th-Jan-2015 04:37 pm (UTC) - also a terrible sonnet a la Shakespeare
talibusorabat: Puppy with glasses "I am who I am. Your approval is not needed." (Default)
When sadness falls upon thy breast, my dear,
And all of life's small joys empty and vain,
Not worth the effort to ev'ry sting bear,
The cost too much for too little a gain

You fear that you will never find your place,
A purpose that will lead you down your path.
Without it you will never win the race.
Try as you might, you cannot do the math.

You fail at everything you try and know
Effort does not, cannot promise reward.
You wish you could simply let it all go.
You wish that everything was not so hard.

To that I say, well fuck that shit, my lord,
And vow to live life like a kitten. Word.
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