I love to play with short "just because I want to write" pieces while I'm working on longer, "required" ones. Not only does it keep me refreshed and juiced, but it gives me a glimpse of what might be next.
I predict we'll be seeing more of Ethiag...at least I really, really hope so. This was fabulous! Truly fabulous. You had me, right from those thieving chopsticks!
Ethiag is going to get a knuckle sandwich if she ever dares to show up at my residence. You know how I abhor practical jokers. Actually, could a ghost even feel a knuckle sandwich? I don't think so. I know theres that weird loophole that allows new ghosts to still taste BLT's and doublestuff oreos but I'm pretty sure thats all they can taste or feel on a physical level. Hmph. I no longer want to come back in my next life as a piece of chocolate that can eat itself all day long. I now want to come back as a ghost just like Ethiag and prank all through the day and night hours.
Oh, I bet you had fun writing this - I know I had fun reading it! All except for the part about the 'beetle in the mouth when kissing' business - I was eating pepitas whilst reading this, and almost spit them out, lol.
Thanks for sharing this - it was fun to read, but it does need a 'do not eat pepitas while reading this' sticker on it. :-)
Delightful! I thought it was an excerpt from a storybook. What an imp she is! We all have a little of her in us. At least I do.
I was in town just now (little rural mountain town) and saw your ladies display! I wanted to pull someone over and say, "I know her. She blogs, you know!"
I really enjoyed your story, Laini. The ghost girl kinda reminds me of my grandmother, who's a ghost herself now, but after reading this I'm sure she's having alot of fun. Might explain why I ate a fly yesterday when I stuck my head out a bus window. She was always a joker!
I'm a writer & artist. I live in Portland, Oregon with my husband Jim (also an artist) and our small daughter, Clementine Pie. My novels are Dreamdark: Blackbringer, Dreamdark: Silksinger, and Lips Touch, which was a finalist for the 2009 National Book Award. My next novel, Daughter of Smoke and Bone (Little, Brown) will be out September 27, 2011. I believe our dreams are REAL THINGS, not wisps and air, and it is our job in this life to make them come true, because no one else will do it for us, and because this is our one and only "wild & precious life"!
28 comments:
I love to play with short "just because I want to write" pieces while I'm working on longer, "required" ones. Not only does it keep me refreshed and juiced, but it gives me a glimpse of what might be next.
I predict we'll be seeing more of Ethiag...at least I really, really hope so. This was fabulous! Truly fabulous. You had me, right from those thieving chopsticks!
How fun was that? I would say a lot of fun. Just imagine.
Oh, that was fun! I really enjoyed that.
What a fabulous imagination you do have, it was beautiful. Thank you and I really love the Mr Linky :)
Ethiag is going to get a knuckle sandwich if she ever dares to show up at my residence. You know how I abhor practical jokers. Actually, could a ghost even feel a knuckle sandwich? I don't think so. I know theres that weird loophole that allows new ghosts to still taste BLT's and doublestuff oreos but I'm pretty sure thats all they can taste or feel on a physical level. Hmph. I no longer want to come back in my next life as a piece of chocolate that can eat itself all day long. I now want to come back as a ghost just like Ethiag and prank all through the day and night hours.
this is wonderful! i just love this.
This was pure pleasure to read...I could picture this as a beautifully illustrated book -- it was so visual!
I am now afraid to sleep because I have a mustache. But I think I am safe because I am not a gentleman. Is it possible to just get a trim?
Hmmm...Did you base this ghost on anybody you know? Like you BFF if she were a ghost?
Very cute!
:)
Now the word-verification on our blog is Yutsoh. Whatcha think? Wanna crank out another short story? Yutsoh the zombie hunter, perhaps?
You are hilarious, girl!
;-)
Robin
That's gorgeous but I'll be careful snoozing with my mouth in the 0 position again ~)! Thanks Heaps for Mr Linky and YOU too. xx
Oh, I bet you had fun writing this - I know I had fun reading it!
All except for the part about the 'beetle in the mouth when kissing' business - I was eating pepitas whilst reading this, and almost spit them out, lol.
Thanks for sharing this - it was fun to read, but it does need a 'do not eat pepitas while reading this' sticker on it. :-)
Beautifully written. I loved the photo too.
What a delightful story. I just enjoyed it so much.
in all of the weeks i have participated in sunday scribblings,, i don't believe i have ever seen you write.. this was quite refreshing....
Delightful! I thought it was an excerpt from a storybook. What an imp she is! We all have a little of her in us. At least I do.
I was in town just now (little rural mountain town) and saw your ladies display! I wanted to pull someone over and say, "I know her. She blogs, you know!"
Never a dull moment. Ethiag's a thousand laughs and spells encouragement for the more staid and waitful. Love her!
I completely enjoyed reading that!
This was a treat.
Highly enjoyable!!
Wonderfully whimsical -- but I don't like Ethiag... a lot!
Great way to come up with a name!
Loved this! Very fun.
That was a riot! How do you come up with those things? I love it! And it's a treat to read the writing of one of the SS princesses.
I knew those word-verifications were good for something.
Good story - more maybe?
Very playful. Thanks for the read!
I really enjoyed your story, Laini. The ghost girl kinda reminds me of my grandmother, who's a ghost herself now, but after reading this I'm sure she's having alot of fun. Might explain why I ate a fly yesterday when I stuck my head out a bus window. She was always a joker!
Just begging to be illustrated!!
Ah yes, the theraputic hum of scribblings. I miss them. I need to make more time for them. Don't you hate it when they suck though too?
Working on it...
Post a Comment