Dec
5
2007
Nov
11
2007
It’s In The Stars, Baby
Somewhere around last weekend I hit 16K-ish on The Pomegranate Bride, which I’m NaNoNoveling so as to make maximum progress. Since then? Bupkiss. I’m a sprinter, not a marathon runner, and I knew this but hoped it applied mostly to my quadriceps rather than to my writermuscleps. After all, consistency is the hobgoblin and all that wot wot… better to be typetive than typed on. Something.
Oct
31
2007
Per The Bard
65 by William Shakespeare
Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,
But sad mortality o’ersways their power,
How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,
Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
O! how shall summer’s honey breath hold out
Against the wrackful siege of battering days,
When rocks impregnable are not so stout,
Nor gates of steel so strong, but Time decays?
O fearful meditation! where, alack,
Shall Time’s best jewel from Time’s chest lie hid?
Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back?
Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid?
O! none, unless this miracle have might,
That in black ink my love may still shine bright.