1.) The two of you are my GODS. I worship totems of you every night. The Lady and the Badge.
2.) *madly waves O/F flag*
3.) I finished RO yesterday to squealings of JOY, and then saw a note where you said you'd do it for the next NaNo, and then the sequel came out TODAY and that's, like, Divine Intervention. Or something.
"The object of their discussion was Portia Rainer, about whom it was always wise to be cautious. Oscar could not quite see how life in general was unfair to Portia; in the space of a year she'd gone from his underpaid intern in New York to a lady of leisure living rent-free in a Parisian suburb. Felix was always buying her fabulous clothes and expensive toys, and expected nothing but her jubilation and fashion advice in return. It was beyond Oscar's powers of understanding, but it made Felix and Portia happy, which meant that they didn't bother him while he was painting."
And I will tell you why: it is amazing. In four sentences, you have managed to convey a deliciously complex sense of who these three characters are. In four sentences. Admittedly, four brilliantly crafted sentences, but four none the less.
And the very worst part of all is that it is a nano paragraph, which means it underwent no rewriting.
LOL re: Felix smiled, and laid the book aside. He was aware that it looked peculiar to even see him reading; the contrast of his black-painted fingernails and leather cuffs with the deep calfskin binding of the book was something Oscar had actually done a painted study of. Felix had an art-critic friend who'd been immensely disturbed by it. Giggled in mad delight at: "How do you tell your real estate from your pornography?" Oscar asked, examining the picture. "I mean there's no price listed in either one, and there's so much nakedness in both."
"And you get turned on by both," Portia retorted. Oscar scowled. Thank you, thank you, for writing this and letting us read it, particularly today! *cheers you both on liek wo*
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2.) *madly waves O/F flag*
3.) I finished RO yesterday to squealings of JOY, and then saw a note where you said you'd do it for the next NaNo, and then the sequel came out TODAY and that's, like, Divine Intervention. Or something.
4.) I love you.
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"The object of their discussion was Portia Rainer, about whom it was always wise to be cautious. Oscar could not quite see how life in general was unfair to Portia; in the space of a year she'd gone from his underpaid intern in New York to a lady of leisure living rent-free in a Parisian suburb. Felix was always buying her fabulous clothes and expensive toys, and expected nothing but her jubilation and fashion advice in return. It was beyond Oscar's powers of understanding, but it made Felix and Portia happy, which meant that they didn't bother him while he was painting."
And I will tell you why: it is amazing. In four sentences, you have managed to convey a deliciously complex sense of who these three characters are. In four sentences. Admittedly, four brilliantly crafted sentences, but four none the less.
And the very worst part of all is that it is a nano paragraph, which means it underwent no rewriting.
I am utterly depressed.
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Giggled in mad delight at: "How do you tell your real estate from your pornography?" Oscar asked, examining the picture. "I mean there's no price listed in either one, and there's so much nakedness in both."
"And you get turned on by both," Portia retorted. Oscar scowled.
Thank you, thank you, for writing this and letting us read it, particularly today!
*cheers you both on liek wo*
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