Creative Nonfiction, how desperately do I love thee. This is going to be a wonderful term.
I love essays. Something about the form feels like freedom and music and rain in the desert to me. Essays are like dresses as shining as the sun and as lumionous as the moon and as sparkling as the stars. I desire essays with a fierce desire.
And I've got a Creative Nonfiction class. Stars and glory!
I love essays. Something about the form feels like freedom and music and rain in the desert to me. Essays are like dresses as shining as the sun and as lumionous as the moon and as sparkling as the stars. I desire essays with a fierce desire.
And I've got a Creative Nonfiction class. Stars and glory!
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Date: 2006-03-25 04:05 pm (UTC)In other news, I was randomly reading the Science Fiction Sketch (you know, the opening to the Monty Python plot about Scotsmen and blancmanges), and I discovered something to cap off your theory about Rowling's pilfering.
"Harold Potter, gardener, and tax official, first victim of Creatures from another Planet."
Nuff said.
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Date: 2006-03-25 07:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-25 09:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-28 03:43 am (UTC)