Excerpts from my writing journal

[donutjay]

I looked through my writing journal tonight. Most of it is crap, which is why I'll never be a writer of any distinction. Most of the stories are unfinished and probably never will be. But, there were a few gems in the crap. At least lines that struck me in some way.

I share them now, for whatever reason, in no particular order and without any context whatsoever.

Comments welcome.

- My sanity is shit.
- I am one last dream before waking.
- I can't believe it's not royalty.
- There are whispered voices in my dreams, and they tell me lies.
- I smell color.
- The point of this story is to kill an imaginary mouse.
- I have a tale that needs telling.
- Worry's a good business.
- I believe that each man and each woman gets one moment with God.
- Jezebel was never meant by the fates to dwell in the dark places.
- With a disgruntled roar, she bit him on the ass.
- A paler shade of pink did I never lay eyes on again.
- The young man strode purposely across the desert of a planet that was not his.
- I live in a puddle of inertia.
- I left my house twice that day.
- Think of the most expensive bottle of wine you've ever tasted mixed with battery acid.
- I ask forgiveness for this kiss.

Comments

[starherd.livejournal.com]

> With a disgruntled roar, she bit him on the ass.

What... the...
nevermind. I don't want to know.

> The young man strode purposely across the desert of a planet that was not his.

...whereas this one sounds like it would be attatched to something
that I'd pay to read. :-)