Thursday, August 12, 2004
purple peaches and silver tubs
i want to write a novel, but one without a plot so that no one will read it. Only so that i can write and have a reason to. wouldnt you believe that without a plot it would be more realistic? Life has no plot, so neither will my novel...it will simply be a record of observations...maybe more like a huge honkin' poem......and it starts..
through the perception of her own reflection in the crystle clear glass window, her eyes squint at the blinding light that bounces off of the mirror behind her. Raising her hand to sheild her face, her delicate silk night gown tumbles down her forearm and gathers at the crease of her elbow. Her soft ivory skin mimicks the texture of the gown she wears that cascades off her shoulders, hiding her feminine figure. The wind outside blows just enough to sway the leaves of a maple in front of the sun. Dance leaves and enjoy the sun while it shines. Warm your sides before the cold moon steals it's spot. Removing her hand from her brow, she cups her hand around her nose as she reminices in the sweet scent of her own perfume; a gentle blend of lavender, coconut, and a hint of old musk left behind from her bar of soap...........................
for some reason i think this might get racey!!
oh the suspense!
¶ 9:58 PM
through the perception of her own reflection in the crystle clear glass window, her eyes squint at the blinding light that bounces off of the mirror behind her. Raising her hand to sheild her face, her delicate silk night gown tumbles down her forearm and gathers at the crease of her elbow. Her soft ivory skin mimicks the texture of the gown she wears that cascades off her shoulders, hiding her feminine figure. The wind outside blows just enough to sway the leaves of a maple in front of the sun. Dance leaves and enjoy the sun while it shines. Warm your sides before the cold moon steals it's spot. Removing her hand from her brow, she cups her hand around her nose as she reminices in the sweet scent of her own perfume; a gentle blend of lavender, coconut, and a hint of old musk left behind from her bar of soap...........................
for some reason i think this might get racey!!
oh the suspense!
¶ 9:58 PM
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kara you have my attention. i am intruiged. please, write more. i will read all of it - even if there is no plot.
sweetness, i think i will. But you will have to wait till i return from the beach...i love you jennnifer
I want to read it also, you're a great writer. And hey, good writers don't need plots! Plots are for weenies. I hope that one day your lack of plot can be taught in schools everywhere as an innovative form of literature.
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