My sleep is all over the map anymore. Sometimes I sleep well (I'm traditionally a 10:30-6:30 sleeper), sometimes fitfully (a lot of this recently; sleep for a while, have a weird or bad dream, wake up, go back to sleep, wake up having to use the loo, go back to sleep, another dream ... you get the idea), sometimes I'll be awake for an hour or two, usually in the wee hours.
Wake me up inside
Wake me up inside
Call my name and save me from the dark
Bid my blood to run
Before I come undone
Save me from the nothing I've become
Bring me to life
- Evanescence, "Bring me to life"
Hmm. My new poem (just went up a week ago) has had comments and I've received notifications for all of them that were basically what I expected. So whatever it is, isn't consistent.
Another "Happy Birthday" from me!!
On topic: passive voice has its place, but I can't think of too many places in fiction where it's more effective than active. I probably will as soon as I hit Post, but I can't think of any right now.
Oh God no. I can only read a few of those before I have to go read some Lovecraft or King to cleanse my palate. I've always wanted to take one of those and twist the hell out of it.
Not sure I do that consciously so can't be sure what % I hit but those are the sorts of things that tend to happen when I am editing. I will try to be more conscious about it in future.
Hey, Reg. Nice to see you over here. I still don't hang here much but keep an eye out.
You know why I don't buy cars from the big three? Because of crap like the Jeep I got as my insurance rental while my Honda CR-V is in the shop. The interior looks cheap, the instrumentation looks it came from the 1980s including a speedometer with a font so small I had trouble reading it (though there is some modern stuff like Bluetooth hidden away in there), and it burned through a 50 litre tank of dollar+ a litre gas like it was water. I get my Honda back on Monday. Good riddance.
Rock n roll for me.
Dance or just enjoy the music?
I'd say ginger wiped the ... well, something with you, snoop. And with those words, I am at the END OF THE LINE!
Snoop does the hokey pokey. At night. In the local graveyard, Naked.
I've heard that musicboxdancer gets really wound up about things sometimes (pun alert).
Sunset. I'm a bit of an evening guy.
Full moon or new moon?
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the signs said
"The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whisper'd in the sounds of silence
The Sounds of Silence - Simon & Garfunkel
At this moment? Oolong tea.
I am always up for a good conversation, really, so of course. My presence in this thread is probably redundant since I'll just say "Yes" to everyone.