i could just smile
but you wouldn't let
me reconcile
instead you ignore
me as if
i am a bore
i don't exist
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You are viewing the most recent 20 entries November 12th, 2009misanthropic42o, posting in poetssociety @ : shut out again i could just smile but you wouldn't let me reconcile instead you ignore me as if i am a bore i don't exist dr_nebula @ : Ewwww.... Current Mood: theljstaff, posting in news @ : LiveJournal Major Notes: Notes, Tweaks, Bug Kills, LJ_Cares!
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I took my pointer finger and my middle finger And drew them to my head with my thumb standing erect And my index finger and pinky folded into my palm. My thumb fell and graced my pointer finger with its presence... He isn't. natyboo88, posting in poetssociety @ : healer yes, pain i have caused purposefulness, never regret alive, fed by blame in every corner across, as i hear you call my name, nevertheless, i am medicine to you, love the only kind. Current Mood: patcher barbiesxaxbitch, posting in poetssociety @ : Someday, maybe... lingers on your hand as you caress my face and whisper sweet nothings into my ear Outside the rain is pouring down runnig along the window leaving little rivers across the misty glass The candle next to us on the floor lights the room just enough to toss long shadows at the walls and our panted breaths make it seem like they are dancing to the rhythm of our bodies You seek eye contact but I panic and bashfully look at the black sheets draped around our legs You run your fingers through my hair kiss the tip of my nose and I tell you someday, maybe... achromaticsoul, posting in poetssociety @ :
silent touch whispering on my skin tiny wings flutter inside me wafting a scent so secret even us two can never share natyboo88, posting in poetssociety @ : ingenuous Fraudulent are my words, Doubtful are yours, That’s how we see each other, unpromising A feeling that’s jammed in our minds, Having us living roughly a double life, I want to break free, feed off your skin Sensing that earlier is gone and Forever is yet to come. Current Mood: ellenmillion @ : Thursdaily A few orders in the car to post this afternoon. Several adoptions and a new submitted description approved. Woo! Art and Authoring Still plugging along on the steampunk piece and City of Lights cover. Home and Health Still snowing. And snowing and snowing. You'd think it was winter or something... Planning At work now, plan to go work out and mail packages after, then I'll need to do some shopping, because we are out of many important things. Including salt. Linking xjenavivex @ : What do you guys think about a disco party tomorrow? I make a post in the morning. We can dress up in stacks and bell bottoms, club gear, or work clothers or PJs. We can post pics or not. We can link songs. We can chat with each other. We can find some grub and talk about the weekend ahead. What do you think? Tags: disco cupcake_goth @ : New post time at Gothic Charm School! Yes, the fourth Gothic Charm School video has been posted! This handy clicky-link goes to it! Huge, huge thank yous go to The Finishing School of Flail, And now, the usual request: if you charming people could help get the word out about the new post and the video, that would be very helpful. Thank you! Tags: gcs, updates, videos ysabetwordsmith @ : Thrones and Cats Current Mood: dr_nebula @ : The Weekly Shiny Current Mood: scowling_hermit, posting in bean_hollow @ : Who was in there? ![]() ETA: To alleviate confusion, let me add that these eggs measure 1/16th of an inch -- about the size of these apostrophes: " They are NOT reptile eggs. See more of my photos of insects, spiders, and other arthropods here. Tags: eggs, found in the woods, insect eggs, insects seanan_mcguire @ : Of authors and agents, take two. This morning, I was pointed to a post over on GalleyCat explaining why nobody needs an agent. Apparently, the electronic revolution means that the "middleman" between author and editorial is no longer necessary. Who knew? Or at least, that middleman is on the way to becoming fully outdated. Naturally, at least one literary agency feels differently, and has said as much. I suggest reading both links before continuing, because I, too, feel differently, and will now say as much. These are the things I do: write books. Make changes according to the requests of my editors. Discuss possible changes with my editors. Review page proofs. Blog. Run blog giveaways of ARCs and published books. Attend conventions. Write outlines and proposals for books I want to write. Play Plants vs. Zombies. Watch TV. These are the things my agent does: get my books to the editors who are most likely to not only appreciate them, but work with them in a way that is beneficial to both the publishing house and my career. Negotiate advances. Negotiate sub-rights. Protect my interests in areas like audio, comic book, and foreign rights. Make sure that I get paid on time. Follow up with my editors when things are unclear, or when I need more time to finish something. Check in with me to see what space I have on my plate. Understand the industry. Explain things like "co-op" and how marketing budget works. Tell me where my energy needs to be spent, rather than where I necessarily want to spend it. Beyond the fairly standard notation that many major houses no longer consider submissions from unagented authors, the agent serves a thousand functions that, frankly, I don't have time to deal with. It's possible that I would have time for them, if I wasn't writing four books at once; on the flip side of that, I can also say that if I was dealing with all the functions served by my agent, I wouldn't have time to write four books at once. It all feeds back to a question of resource allocation, and I have chosen to externalize certain resource needs in the form of my agent. Agents don't just negotiate the size of your advance; they negotiate contracts, which are huge, complex, complicated things. Without an agent to go through the contract and understand it, you need to not only speak the crazy language of literary rights, you need to have strong feelings on all those things. What do you think about comic rights, merchandising rights, foreign rights, audio rights, film rights, the right to construct an amusement park based on your work? What do you think of the time the contract says you'll have to review your page proofs, of the concept of seeing your copyedits, of the way the next work clause is worded? Do you understand half of what I just said? 'Cause honestly, without my agent, I wouldn't, and even now, I'm a little vague on some of the specifics, although I'm learning. Agents deal with your editors, and can mediate when, say, you miss a deadline because your cat got sick and you just can't cope and what do these people want from you?! Well, they want you to hold to the terms of your contract, and they want you to make a lot of money, because everybody would like to have a lot of money, and if you make a lot of money, so does your publisher. But without that buffer between yourself and the publisher, it's very possible that you could flip out and take somebody's face off, thus ruining the working relationship. Instead, flip out on your agent, and they'll take care of making nice while you hyperventilate in a corner. A good agent will help your career in a hundred ways...and more, they're very often an excellent gatekeeper, because as soon as you're salable, the agents will be happy to let you know. It's not their job to get you to that point, but once you get yourself there, their job begins, and that job is a hard one. Frankly, it's not a job I'd want to do. Are literary agents outdated? No. Are literary agents like having the cheat codes to the publishing industry? Yes. You still need to understand what you're doing, but they can make things go a lot more smoothly, and they can keep you from dying too many times before you finish level one. That's more than worth the cost of their commission. Current Mood: Current Music: Vixy and Tony, "Persephone." beetiger @ : Settling in for winter We haven't actually used the downstairs den much in the last while. It kind of ended up as a dump space for a bit, and the lighting isn't quite right and it took a good bit of work to make it useable and clear the six spare cats worth of hair down here left form when my old cat took over the space entirely for the year or two before she passed away. I can't justify pouring myself a glass of wine at 8:30 in the morning. Maybe hot chocolate in a bit. But in the meantime, flickering flames. I used to watch the Yule Log broadcast on WPIX every year at Christmas, the whole thing, hours and hours. My family thought it was weird because, well, I was staring at a fire on a TV screen for 4 hours, listening to recorded Christmas carols, and well, we were Jewish. But I was kind of an obsessive kid, and well, there's something about a fire. The current setup of the den means that the fire is being reflected right in the center of the dark screen of the television down here, the one I don't think I've turned on in months. Is it crazy that I'm feeling at home in my home for the first time in forever? I think maybe it's a good sign for a productive winter. polkadot_banana, posting in poetssociety @ : Sharpshooter of the Apocalypse The lights fell out of the sky, Sharpshooter of the apocalypse, Drinking the oxygen waste, Inhaling radio sewerage. (BZZzzzzz TING! Flicker, flicker, stop) Current Mood: polkadot_banana, posting in poetssociety @ : the explosion massive I need to find a way to rip out the world inside me and explode it onto my canvas body. (my body canvas) Paint splatters of beat and light. (truth, truth, truth) Express yourself turned inside out. (express yourself turned upside down) What is this endless existence made of? (rip it out, rip it out) Screams then silence – the celebration of the explosion massive. Beast of truth (rampaging the explosion massive) Canyons filled to brightness. Inside a world is extracted (by the explosion massive) Current Mood: |
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