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vanillafluffyOkay, I weaseled, and I'm not sorry. (At least, not yet.) Dinner at the Chinese buffet was great, thanks in part to the fact that it was all adults and we're all either related or have known each other for years. It was GK and her mom, her brother B and his wife, me, and S and J showed up as well. Very relaxed and congenial....
Beforehand, I went in to Fashion Bug and spent an hour browsing and trying things on. Decided that of the two pairs of pants I found that fit, I really didn't feel like I needed either of them that badly. Likewise, I tried on a few tops, but realized I need to try them with the specific skirt I want to wear them with. (Maybe I'll wear that outfit to church Sunday, then stop by on the way to Schnauzerland and see what works with it.)
Came home and watched the first whole new ep of House I've seen since early November. I'm not going to spoiler it for anyone who hasn't seen it: I'm just going to say WILL SOMEONE *PLEASE* GIVE MR. LAURIE HIS EMMY NOW?!
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starhawk2005 about writing style, and a metaphor occured to me, sort of in the vein of that apocryphal Barbara Walters question: "If you were a tree, what kind of tree would you be?". Only in this case, if you were a painter, and not a writer, what would your style be?
After due consideration, I came to the conclusion that my writing *does* resemble the mode of my favorite painter. It's traditional as far as perspective goes---no melting clocks or overt surrealism---carefully composed to tell a story, but tending to be spare of background detail. There's mood, there's atmosphere---but it's laid on with broad brushstrokes, not layers and layers of photorealism...and it's a bit quirky. There's always a suggestion that the picture is just a frame of a much longer story---a lot of what I know about my characters doesn't necessarily show up on the page. So, I guess that makes me the Edward Hopper** of fan-fiction. (Hit Google if you're not familiar with his best-known work, "The Nighthawks". There's a well-known homage to it called "Boulevard of Broken Dreams".)
So, what about you? What painter is your writer-self most like? An epic Titian, a scenic Turner? A skewed Escher or a creepy Gorey? Wholesome Norman Rockwell (Nobody I know!), colorful Peter Max or far-out Frazetta? Think about it!
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Cars du jour:
BMW Z3 in the village: British racing green
A vintage ('69-'70ish) Camaro SS, orange with fat white racing stripes. *sigh*
Beforehand, I went in to Fashion Bug and spent an hour browsing and trying things on. Decided that of the two pairs of pants I found that fit, I really didn't feel like I needed either of them that badly. Likewise, I tried on a few tops, but realized I need to try them with the specific skirt I want to wear them with. (Maybe I'll wear that outfit to church Sunday, then stop by on the way to Schnauzerland and see what works with it.)
Came home and watched the first whole new ep of House I've seen since early November. I'm not going to spoiler it for anyone who hasn't seen it: I'm just going to say WILL SOMEONE *PLEASE* GIVE MR. LAURIE HIS EMMY NOW?!
I was shooting the breeze with
starhawk2005 about writing style, and a metaphor occured to me, sort of in the vein of that apocryphal Barbara Walters question: "If you were a tree, what kind of tree would you be?". Only in this case, if you were a painter, and not a writer, what would your style be?After due consideration, I came to the conclusion that my writing *does* resemble the mode of my favorite painter. It's traditional as far as perspective goes---no melting clocks or overt surrealism---carefully composed to tell a story, but tending to be spare of background detail. There's mood, there's atmosphere---but it's laid on with broad brushstrokes, not layers and layers of photorealism...and it's a bit quirky. There's always a suggestion that the picture is just a frame of a much longer story---a lot of what I know about my characters doesn't necessarily show up on the page. So, I guess that makes me the Edward Hopper** of fan-fiction. (Hit Google if you're not familiar with his best-known work, "The Nighthawks". There's a well-known homage to it called "Boulevard of Broken Dreams".)
So, what about you? What painter is your writer-self most like? An epic Titian, a scenic Turner? A skewed Escher or a creepy Gorey? Wholesome Norman Rockwell (Nobody I know!), colorful Peter Max or far-out Frazetta? Think about it!
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Cars du jour:
BMW Z3 in the village: British racing green
A vintage ('69-'70ish) Camaro SS, orange with fat white racing stripes. *sigh*