Anais? Anais?
I just came from The Fish Tank (see Links), and there were comments that my piece (so far in fragments) reminded readers of Anais Nin. I was speechless. That means that there is definitely something to work with here.
Be patient with me as I work it out.
Saturday, January 20, 2007
Monday, January 15, 2007
Taking it All In
I just came from The Fish Tank (see Links), and I am digesting what was there, which I will not discuss until I can reply which is another four days...
...in the meantime
She felt like O in The Story of O.
Except she was sitting beside him in her underwear in the taxi.
He was not saying anything to her ar all.
She did not know where he lived, so she watched Manhattan fly by her.
Then water.
They were over the bridge.
She looked at him once.
He was staring straight ahead, his lashes filled with light.
She wanted to know what was going on inside him.
But then she wanted to play the game too.
She was confused.
Sex was never a game or a theater exercise for her.
She was not sure what she was going to do.
What she was expected to do.
But she knew that she wanted to be here.
I just came from The Fish Tank (see Links), and I am digesting what was there, which I will not discuss until I can reply which is another four days...
...in the meantime
She felt like O in The Story of O.
Except she was sitting beside him in her underwear in the taxi.
He was not saying anything to her ar all.
She did not know where he lived, so she watched Manhattan fly by her.
Then water.
They were over the bridge.
She looked at him once.
He was staring straight ahead, his lashes filled with light.
She wanted to know what was going on inside him.
But then she wanted to play the game too.
She was confused.
Sex was never a game or a theater exercise for her.
She was not sure what she was going to do.
What she was expected to do.
But she knew that she wanted to be here.
Friday, January 12, 2007
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
Crime and Punishment
"So you mean to tell me that you lied about reading the book?"
She looked at him stunned.
"So I lied to get you into bed--I mean the bathroom. Sometimes a girl has got to do what a girl's got to do."
"Well I never not finish reading a book..."
She remained stunned.
If he was upset that she lied about reading the book, could she continue on with a man who stickler like a schoolteacher?
"So I guess you always finished reading a book when assigned in school?"
"Yes, and I am a schooltecher for real. You did not know that about me, did you? And I always punish students who lie about finishing books..."
Her face was scarlet.
She knew this was going to be some kind of role playing scenario which scared her.
She was not sure that she wanted to be punished.
But she was not sure either that she could resist the desire to run her fingers and scratch the glass of the microscopic glasses he was wearing either.
"Well maybe I am a rebel. Maybe I don't want to be punished."
He grabbed her upper arm.
"You don't make the rules here missy--come along. You are going to the dean's apartment.
"But--"
"Nothing...But nothing"
"So you mean to tell me that you lied about reading the book?"
She looked at him stunned.
"So I lied to get you into bed--I mean the bathroom. Sometimes a girl has got to do what a girl's got to do."
"Well I never not finish reading a book..."
She remained stunned.
If he was upset that she lied about reading the book, could she continue on with a man who stickler like a schoolteacher?
"So I guess you always finished reading a book when assigned in school?"
"Yes, and I am a schooltecher for real. You did not know that about me, did you? And I always punish students who lie about finishing books..."
Her face was scarlet.
She knew this was going to be some kind of role playing scenario which scared her.
She was not sure that she wanted to be punished.
But she was not sure either that she could resist the desire to run her fingers and scratch the glass of the microscopic glasses he was wearing either.
"Well maybe I am a rebel. Maybe I don't want to be punished."
He grabbed her upper arm.
"You don't make the rules here missy--come along. You are going to the dean's apartment.
"But--"
"Nothing...But nothing"
Saturday, January 06, 2007
Dirty Little Secret
Want to hear a dirty little secret?
I'm back after the holiday break, and I am thinking to myself, what am I going to do with the piece that I have been working on? Stopped dead cold because I could not think of a book that would have been the book that I wanted to put in the piece.
So I stopped writing, my operation was shut down because I could not find the perfect book!
Isn't that the nature of writers--perfectionist ones like myself who cannot get a word down on the page without judging? And hadn't I decided I was not going to do that post NaNo?
So I shall continue:
"How far along are you in the book," he asked her.
Sugar was on the book from the table and her fingers.
"I have not even started it yet," she turned to him in the middle of the street.
"But you were telling me about it in the cafe..."
She raised her eyebrows, and licked her lips, as he looked at her defiantly.
"I skimmed it."
Want to hear a dirty little secret?
I'm back after the holiday break, and I am thinking to myself, what am I going to do with the piece that I have been working on? Stopped dead cold because I could not think of a book that would have been the book that I wanted to put in the piece.
So I stopped writing, my operation was shut down because I could not find the perfect book!
Isn't that the nature of writers--perfectionist ones like myself who cannot get a word down on the page without judging? And hadn't I decided I was not going to do that post NaNo?
So I shall continue:
"How far along are you in the book," he asked her.
Sugar was on the book from the table and her fingers.
"I have not even started it yet," she turned to him in the middle of the street.
"But you were telling me about it in the cafe..."
She raised her eyebrows, and licked her lips, as he looked at her defiantly.
"I skimmed it."
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