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Words don't come easily to me anymore, I had to force this out. I hate writing when I barely feel it.
Alternate title: The Writing on the (Restroom) Wall
Couldn't decide which title I liked better. This is more Pixlr Express stuff.
Oscar-nominated Writing for Film & Television alum Terri Tatchell spoke to VFS students from Writing, Acting, and Film Production about her career and success after co-writing the hit sci-fi feature, District 9.
Find out more about VFS's one-year Writing for Film & Television program at vfs.com/writing.
Is life worth living?
Ist das Leben es wert, gelebt zu werden?
Wir lesen in Philosophie gerade Jean-Paul Sartres Essay "Der Existentialismus ist ein Humanismus", in dem dies ein grundlegendes Thema ist. Unsere Aufgabe war es, diese Frage mit Einbezug der existentialistischen Theorie zu beantworten. Joa und das habe ich daraus gemacht:
tuecken-des-lebens.blogspot.com/
Sorry for so much German! ;-)
Big part of my life shut down today. The Lincoln closed. First stepped into this place in 1977. 20 years ago I lived in two apartments off Lincoln Avenue. It was my second home. Hot days for the AC, cold days for the heat. Many hungover mornings. Shitload of writing. Best known for skillet breakfasts named after Civil War Generals and battles. Man this place is going to be missed.
Doorways to adventure, to home, to comfort...
Windows to souls, to self, to sustenance...
Writing and writing
to link yesterday to today to tomorrow
to hopes to dreams to my yesterdays, your tomorrows.
Write, right, write.
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I did this writing exercise that is available for free on Meredith Sue Willis web site. I did not time this one, because it was not part of the exercise.
232 words.
I. I actually enjoyed
the sound of my name
when it was rolling
off of your tongue.
II. Whenever you would
make your way
to go back home,
I missed you
from the moment
that you said
you had to leave.
III. I’ve never looked
so forward to starting
tomorrow, before I
met you.
IV. When you
made love to me
in the pale afternoon
light, I knew
that when you
touched me,
you really did
mean it
when you said
that I was only thing
that you have never
been able
to stop craving.