I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Saturday, February 24, 2007

Red Line

Finished the first redline edit of the Pirate Story. I'll go through it again tomorrow and type in the changes. Then, if there's time, I'll do a line edit. I was very distracted, couldn't focus. And either I'm getting better, or I'm not being as critical as there isn't as many marks as I thought. Then again the prose is pretty dry, short declarative sentences all the way through. I like my Captain character (the villan, not the main character). To bad he's dead at the end. I have a feeling it'll be a Hollywood Death (i.e., he'll show up again).

Time for bed. Helped take down the village holiday decorations so it was an early morning with heavy work. Yeah, I know, but we have to wait for a certain person to help us with their truck. And they aren't all that worried about the village's reputation. Our big tree is still up, the sandbags and the metal ring it rests on are frozen to the ground. Tomorrow the ice storm should be here as well. Heck, we might put ribbons, then flowers on it, then decorate it with pumpkins, then light it back up next year.

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