Summer Story...yes-- more, so much more....

Soon, little ones, the third chapter will come to a close, and yer mother's a leetle nervous. This thing has grown frighteningly huge. I wonder if I will be able to finish it. I wonder if I'll lose my way in this.
I wonder if I can write Lennon/McCartney without researching English slang from the early 60's?
No, really , can I? CauseI just don't have the time. RDPS. It's so labor intensive.*sigh*
And FireBird! Don't get me started! Actually, I have a whole seperate post for that. Whatthe hell! I'm not going to work tomorrow!


The previous parts are here skipping from theater to theater 'cause the one they paid for sucks donkey--ouch.Stop.


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New People!

Hey new people! *waves*
It's so nice to see you!I had no idea you were there! Please help yourself to the cookies on the table there, and on Thursdays we have truffles, so please take one. Yum.

And if you're just walking through, feel free to comment.
If you're not on LJ, comment away! Anonymous is for you! THere's no secret or exclusive club here, we're just a bunch of people who like to read fic and talk about our shows. Make yourselves comfortable.*pats you*

Grrr!

Why the hell am I having such a hard time writing het sex?
Oh and Russian!Clark? Is there a Russian word for golfclub? *eyeballs him furiously*
Pleh! Pleh! I'm trying to finish this bit! Any pointers? (heee-- pointers...)

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I'm reading "Borderlines", and my heart is breaking...I have to stop now, or I won't be good for anything the rest of the day.
So. How's by you?

stolen from aurora_bee

When you see this poem, post a poem in your LJ,

So, here's my pick
The Death Of The Ball Turret Gunner
by Randall Jarrell

From my mother's sleep I fell into the State,
And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze.
Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life,
I woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters.
When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose.

Fire Bird and the Gray Wolf

Okaaaay! here's where I leap out into space again.

Het warning for those of you who are 'ew' about that, but it's me, so you don't have to worry too much.
Goodness knows I've pinched and prodded and cut and poked and cursed and cried and nitpicked the hell out of this ( I always like to share my creative processes) and now, for your reading pleasure, more adventures in Old Russia.

Quick! The Previous Parts are racing away across the snow in their troika! Catch them!



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