Still alive~

The 750 words experiment was interesting while it lasted. Which wasn't very long, but who cares~

I found it actually wasn't very good for creative writing. For some reason I got stuck writing journal entries. That was different, since I've never been one to write in journals, but it got boring fairly quickly.

While I may have been neglecting this blog, I have been writing some posts for Locution's Blog. We've got a pretty snazzy schedule going, where people post every two weeks. I'm enjoying rambling about things, although I need to stop being so silly and perfectionist~ (What's new, eh?)

Otherwise I haven't been writing much, although I'm currently trying to edit some poems I've got knocking around. It's fun and frustrating at the same time, if that makes sense. ^_^

I wrote this quick thing last Friday night at one in the morning. It was partly prompted by the Locution blog post I wrote that day.

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I carve the sand with cupped fingers and wait for balls of tar to fill the moat. Not too far away a pelican cannot fly, its feathers heavy while I build the tower higher. I squeeze a wet clump into a spire, a beak pointing at the sky. It crumples under the weight.

Damn sand.

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I'm not sure what it is. A prose poem, a piece of micro fiction? It's certainly odd, but I kinda like it.