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Work, work, work, work, work. A
certain married wolf and bunny have to
do it too. Like everybody.
But even a job you love can exact a
heckuva toll. You have to have ways
and means to cope. Even better if
your wife can help.
Even better still if she's a bunny fur, hmmm?
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The Thursday Prompt that got this written was 'wire.'
LINK TO: Spoken Word Version
<<<< To Wolf and Bunny Table of Contents
On The Methods of Wolf Revival (#34)
There’s nothing of his job that I can know.
Our comp screen sometimes spills with arcane code.
Could be magic, wolf wizardry on show.
(I’m not jealous; he’d hate Walmart’s workload)
Still, there’s a thing I do know all too well.
A day of hacking hammers him. His head
Comes home fried to the ears. his tail does tell.
A-droop and limp, the rest of him half-dead.
Poor woofle, all stressed out as taut as wire.
There’s just one thing to do, my duty clear.
I kick off shoes, remove all my attire.
Nude bunny footpaw backrubs revive cheer.
(As for why nude, that is no mystery.
He owns effective ways to revive me.)
certain married wolf and bunny have to
do it too. Like everybody.
But even a job you love can exact a
heckuva toll. You have to have ways
and means to cope. Even better if
your wife can help.
Even better still if she's a bunny fur, hmmm?
.
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>>>>> On The Methods of Wolf Revival (#34) <<<<<
By Fred Brown, Mar 17/2012 
fwbrown61
Copyright 2012 All rights reserved, all commercial
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The Thursday Prompt that got this written was 'wire.'
LINK TO: Spoken Word Version
<<<< To Wolf and Bunny Table of Contents
On The Methods of Wolf Revival (#34)
There’s nothing of his job that I can know.
Our comp screen sometimes spills with arcane code.
Could be magic, wolf wizardry on show.
(I’m not jealous; he’d hate Walmart’s workload)
Still, there’s a thing I do know all too well.
A day of hacking hammers him. His head
Comes home fried to the ears. his tail does tell.
A-droop and limp, the rest of him half-dead.
Poor woofle, all stressed out as taut as wire.
There’s just one thing to do, my duty clear.
I kick off shoes, remove all my attire.
Nude bunny footpaw backrubs revive cheer.
(As for why nude, that is no mystery.
He owns effective ways to revive me.)
Category Poetry / All
Species Rabbit / Hare
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I seem to have a flair for sonnets. Glad this one worked for you. There's
more coming.
Actually, the copy you read had a boo-boo in the last line. Fixed. Not
enough fweepin' proofreading, my greatest sin... :- (
FB.
PS: Go here for moah.
more coming.
Actually, the copy you read had a boo-boo in the last line. Fixed. Not
enough fweepin' proofreading, my greatest sin... :- (
FB.
PS: Go here for moah.
If only I could be so lucky, yes...coming back from eight hours with only brief moments of sitting, wrestling pieces of steel weighing more than my car into position, swinging them through the air. Is there nothing that cannot be solved by bunny-snuggles?
Too bad I'm mostly a prose writer...not enough imagination for such concise delicacy, I'm afraid.
Too bad I'm mostly a prose writer...not enough imagination for such concise delicacy, I'm afraid.
If you liked playing with Lego as a kid you can probably bang out a sonnet
or two.
Same sort of thinking involved, assembling an object while at the same
time trying to figure out what it should look like. Just got a helluva lot more
bricks to choose from.
As for bunny-snuggles, we-ll, that presupposes the actual existence of bunny furs.
That being so, ya gotta think that most people would be pretty motivated to get
in some bunny-snuggles.
Deploy that properly and yeah, there's nothing that couldn't be solved. How long
before said bunny furs take over the world, now that's a different problem. :- )
FB.
or two.
Same sort of thinking involved, assembling an object while at the same
time trying to figure out what it should look like. Just got a helluva lot more
bricks to choose from.
As for bunny-snuggles, we-ll, that presupposes the actual existence of bunny furs.
That being so, ya gotta think that most people would be pretty motivated to get
in some bunny-snuggles.
Deploy that properly and yeah, there's nothing that couldn't be solved. How long
before said bunny furs take over the world, now that's a different problem. :- )
FB.
I might try, if I knew the rules and whatnot; I'm sure there are some.
But for me...I think I'm a bit too literal-minded for such things,
although the economy of language is certainly appealing.
I might try, but I might just stick to prose...not that I'm doing
much more with that, either, heh.
But for me...I think I'm a bit too literal-minded for such things,
although the economy of language is certainly appealing.
I might try, but I might just stick to prose...not that I'm doing
much more with that, either, heh.
(Sorry for delayed reply; past week of RL has been a little screwed up)
To put it in engineering terms, writing a story is like building a jet engine. It all works
right, or blooey.
A good poem, OTOH, is a finely-made knife (just to pick something familiar). Simpler
in principle. But ohhh, are you ever going to sweat making that edge sharp and
that point perfect.
Say that poetry aims to capture and concentrate something meaningful, something
powerful, something moving, within just a few words and organized precisely.
*What* exactly you want to say, well, sometimes you know that, and sometimes
you only find that out after you're finished. Poems are funny like that.
Stories are out to do the same sort of thing but by different means, with characters,
plot, theme, setting, etc. The job is to put the reader through An Experience
(mind the turbine blades, kids), one that could take them several hours of
reading. Lotsa room for fun and flexibility, and maybe even some highly
poetic language. All good.
Don't know if this puts you any further ahead, but food for thought nonetheless.
You'll notice that poems can deal well with the small, bright inspirations, that can't
really be the building blocks for a story. This makes poetry damn good exercise
for a writer. When the Big Inspiration comes along, you're ready for it.
(Now lessee, did the LOX feedline go here, or was that the LH2 feedline... ? Jet
engine, rocket engine: same metaphor. :- ) )
FB.
To put it in engineering terms, writing a story is like building a jet engine. It all works
right, or blooey.
A good poem, OTOH, is a finely-made knife (just to pick something familiar). Simpler
in principle. But ohhh, are you ever going to sweat making that edge sharp and
that point perfect.
Say that poetry aims to capture and concentrate something meaningful, something
powerful, something moving, within just a few words and organized precisely.
*What* exactly you want to say, well, sometimes you know that, and sometimes
you only find that out after you're finished. Poems are funny like that.
Stories are out to do the same sort of thing but by different means, with characters,
plot, theme, setting, etc. The job is to put the reader through An Experience
(mind the turbine blades, kids), one that could take them several hours of
reading. Lotsa room for fun and flexibility, and maybe even some highly
poetic language. All good.
Don't know if this puts you any further ahead, but food for thought nonetheless.
You'll notice that poems can deal well with the small, bright inspirations, that can't
really be the building blocks for a story. This makes poetry damn good exercise
for a writer. When the Big Inspiration comes along, you're ready for it.
(Now lessee, did the LOX feedline go here, or was that the LH2 feedline... ? Jet
engine, rocket engine: same metaphor. :- ) )
FB.
I prefer reciprocating engines, much quieter...
But anyways, yes, there is a definite craft involved, everything needing to fit
together just so. In prose, you can almost make up your own rules and call it
your particular writing style (at least, that's my excuse). But there does have
to be an overall coherence to it, and that has historically been my weakness.
I've been working on that, simulations and such, heh.
I already know that I have a weakness for flowery, elaborate language, as well
as inside jokes and references that nobody will get, even after I explain them fully.
I suppose the problem for me is finding what to say, then actually finding a way to
say it to somebody other than myself. However, I have come up with something...
well, rather interesting, to say the least. I shall note it along to you.
But anyways, yes, there is a definite craft involved, everything needing to fit
together just so. In prose, you can almost make up your own rules and call it
your particular writing style (at least, that's my excuse). But there does have
to be an overall coherence to it, and that has historically been my weakness.
I've been working on that, simulations and such, heh.
I already know that I have a weakness for flowery, elaborate language, as well
as inside jokes and references that nobody will get, even after I explain them fully.
I suppose the problem for me is finding what to say, then actually finding a way to
say it to somebody other than myself. However, I have come up with something...
well, rather interesting, to say the least. I shall note it along to you.
Flowery elaborate language beats the snot out of clunky, dull, and boring. If
that's your weakness, you may not have very much to worry about.
Save to say that all that has to go to results, has to have a beneficial effect on
the reader. This could take me into many rambling pages about style. Better not.
Notice, though, how easy it is [when writing prose] to lose sight of how the text
is really affecting the reader. Writer gets fired up, gets all enthusiastic, charges ahead
into the story at flank speed. And doesn't notice that the reader's back on page four
growling, so what? <Yawn>
All the way through a story, at the bottom of each page, I think a writer should
ask 'Is my reader still happy with this?' (And will they read the next page?)
Poetry: waaay different, way clearer, and often all one page. No excuses here, for
not knowing the impact of the text. This is the scary thing about poetry, IMHO. You've
got exactly one chance, count 'em one, to make a reader happy. There ain't no
page two.
Still, the rewards when you nail it are worth it. Metaphor: poems are finely-cut
glittering diamonds [in words]. Stories are grand Crystal Palaces of thought that reach
for the sky of the mind.
Ya get good enough skill with diamonds, it's surprising how good you can get as a
palace contractor. :- ) *
FB.
* Actually persuading people to tour the joint, oooo, much bigger, separate problem.
that's your weakness, you may not have very much to worry about.
Save to say that all that has to go to results, has to have a beneficial effect on
the reader. This could take me into many rambling pages about style. Better not.
Notice, though, how easy it is [when writing prose] to lose sight of how the text
is really affecting the reader. Writer gets fired up, gets all enthusiastic, charges ahead
into the story at flank speed. And doesn't notice that the reader's back on page four
growling, so what? <Yawn>
All the way through a story, at the bottom of each page, I think a writer should
ask 'Is my reader still happy with this?' (And will they read the next page?)
Poetry: waaay different, way clearer, and often all one page. No excuses here, for
not knowing the impact of the text. This is the scary thing about poetry, IMHO. You've
got exactly one chance, count 'em one, to make a reader happy. There ain't no
page two.
Still, the rewards when you nail it are worth it. Metaphor: poems are finely-cut
glittering diamonds [in words]. Stories are grand Crystal Palaces of thought that reach
for the sky of the mind.
Ya get good enough skill with diamonds, it's surprising how good you can get as a
palace contractor. :- ) *
FB.
* Actually persuading people to tour the joint, oooo, much bigger, separate problem.
Prose is architecture, each paragraph a room, each room must rationally fit with
the others, if people aren't to be lost. Perhaps I need more signposts...or I'm
just not that good to begin with. Kitty has self-esteem and self-confidence problems,
you see.
Of course, when I actually finish what I'm working on, I'll have some others read it,
to see what they think about it, and not just for the proofreading, either.
the others, if people aren't to be lost. Perhaps I need more signposts...or I'm
just not that good to begin with. Kitty has self-esteem and self-confidence problems,
you see.
Of course, when I actually finish what I'm working on, I'll have some others read it,
to see what they think about it, and not just for the proofreading, either.
Delayed reply again, darn it; project on another account is murdering free
time.
Prose as architecture: yah, another good metaphor there. Definitely solid, the
idea that the text must fit and join together, no seams, no bad angles. I built my
own house, so better believe dat resonates for me.
That said, the irony is that for the reader, there's very little of the rational
involved, IMHO. Even though it probably took the writer a bitch of a lot of rational
thought to craft the story.
(As in, you've got a ton of decisions to make in order to get the effect you
want with the piece. Is this the right word? Should a character say it this way? Does
this para describe the action properly? Enough to drive you fweepin' nuts. Why
do we do this work again? :- ) )
But when the reader reads: ah, now it all has to come live, has to flow well,
and has to <Whack!> the reader in the *feelings* part of their head, not
necessarily in the reasoning parts. The text must move the reader, in some
way. Maybe even leave them quite shaken?
Notice how horror fiction goes straight for that. Spooked, shaken, scared
spitless: it's all good. Bottom line: a good story seeks to put a reader though
a strong emotional experience. The reader finishes it, and he or she ain't the
same as when they started. If it's strong enough they'll never forget the story.
A bit awesome, when you think about it, that mere words can do this. All
writers are hungry, hungry for this power over other people's minds. Stare at
yourself in the mirror: guarantee that you'll be able to see this in your eyes.
*That's* why we do it. It helps to know this, I think, when you sit down with
a story idea in mind. Make it all fit, yes, join the bits with all the skill you got, but
the objective is no more and no less than a shot at this power.*
To grab a reader's mind and emotions by the scruff. And to *not* let 'em
go. Until they're finished reading. After which, they go woooo...
Then hopefully ask, hey, does this writer have any other books for sale?
(Money: Oh right, almost forgot. The other reason why we do this. Tsk,
getting forgetful in my old age. :- ) )
FB.
* (Translation: Confidence and self-esteem are not at issue here, immaterial,
totally beside the point. Write like you're about to pounce, because in way that's
exactly what you're doing.)
time.
Prose as architecture: yah, another good metaphor there. Definitely solid, the
idea that the text must fit and join together, no seams, no bad angles. I built my
own house, so better believe dat resonates for me.
That said, the irony is that for the reader, there's very little of the rational
involved, IMHO. Even though it probably took the writer a bitch of a lot of rational
thought to craft the story.
(As in, you've got a ton of decisions to make in order to get the effect you
want with the piece. Is this the right word? Should a character say it this way? Does
this para describe the action properly? Enough to drive you fweepin' nuts. Why
do we do this work again? :- ) )
But when the reader reads: ah, now it all has to come live, has to flow well,
and has to <Whack!> the reader in the *feelings* part of their head, not
necessarily in the reasoning parts. The text must move the reader, in some
way. Maybe even leave them quite shaken?
Notice how horror fiction goes straight for that. Spooked, shaken, scared
spitless: it's all good. Bottom line: a good story seeks to put a reader though
a strong emotional experience. The reader finishes it, and he or she ain't the
same as when they started. If it's strong enough they'll never forget the story.
A bit awesome, when you think about it, that mere words can do this. All
writers are hungry, hungry for this power over other people's minds. Stare at
yourself in the mirror: guarantee that you'll be able to see this in your eyes.
*That's* why we do it. It helps to know this, I think, when you sit down with
a story idea in mind. Make it all fit, yes, join the bits with all the skill you got, but
the objective is no more and no less than a shot at this power.*
To grab a reader's mind and emotions by the scruff. And to *not* let 'em
go. Until they're finished reading. After which, they go woooo...
Then hopefully ask, hey, does this writer have any other books for sale?
(Money: Oh right, almost forgot. The other reason why we do this. Tsk,
getting forgetful in my old age. :- ) )
FB.
* (Translation: Confidence and self-esteem are not at issue here, immaterial,
totally beside the point. Write like you're about to pounce, because in way that's
exactly what you're doing.)
And what is the other kitty up to, I wonder? Or is it a surprise?
Also, regarding something I read last night, two things. First, I
believe that you meant Bösendorfer, not Busendorf. Really high-end piano
manufacturer from Austria. Second: "Not a soul that doesn't like [champagne]"...
you're currently speaking to one. But that's just me, no alcohol at all, it just
tastes like what it is, a gasoline additive and degreaser. At least that's what
it is to me, heh, picky kitty.
I suppose, perhaps, that I am a bit more interested in the technical
aspects of it all, being that I am more a technician than an artist, going
through revision, then reiteration, repeating the cycle, somewhat like taking
roughing passes, then subsequently finer finishes, until I get it right. I do have
a variety of ideas, which contain various twists to make things a bit easier,
build up expectations of the reader and then entirely subvert them, making
a sneaky and mischievous kitty rather happy, heh. More things to think about
as I work...almost should have taken a notebook with me yesterday, with
that much downtime, but somebody would have probably wanted to know
what I was doing...
Also, regarding something I read last night, two things. First, I
believe that you meant Bösendorfer, not Busendorf. Really high-end piano
manufacturer from Austria. Second: "Not a soul that doesn't like [champagne]"...
you're currently speaking to one. But that's just me, no alcohol at all, it just
tastes like what it is, a gasoline additive and degreaser. At least that's what
it is to me, heh, picky kitty.
I suppose, perhaps, that I am a bit more interested in the technical
aspects of it all, being that I am more a technician than an artist, going
through revision, then reiteration, repeating the cycle, somewhat like taking
roughing passes, then subsequently finer finishes, until I get it right. I do have
a variety of ideas, which contain various twists to make things a bit easier,
build up expectations of the reader and then entirely subvert them, making
a sneaky and mischievous kitty rather happy, heh. More things to think about
as I work...almost should have taken a notebook with me yesterday, with
that much downtime, but somebody would have probably wanted to know
what I was doing...
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