In lieu of content
Dec. 8th, 2010 05:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceThe weather people said it was minus three out there, but would feel like minus eight. That was in mid-afternoon. I'm sure it must have been colder here, but I don't remember it in the last thirty years. Keep your friends close and your cats closer, that's what I say. *sinks fingers into warm purry fur*
Really, I got nuthin'; my brain has apparently shut down for the duration. But the nice thing about a copy-edit is that it's actually your job to read through stuff you wrote when you were smart, before. Here's another darling-of-the-moment, demonstrative of the kind of stuff I like:
Of course Desi rode a Hog, what the hell did I expect? Freedom and power and an assertive, demanding kind of beauty, all in the one loud egotistical look-at-me package. The black of it gleamed brighter than the chrome, the roar of it drowned out all traffic else. It idled like a tiger, silken and guttural and deadly; it revved like a chain whipped over corrugated iron, a deliberate insult to the soundscape. She rode it like a slap in the face of God.
Really, I got nuthin'; my brain has apparently shut down for the duration. But the nice thing about a copy-edit is that it's actually your job to read through stuff you wrote when you were smart, before. Here's another darling-of-the-moment, demonstrative of the kind of stuff I like:
Of course Desi rode a Hog, what the hell did I expect? Freedom and power and an assertive, demanding kind of beauty, all in the one loud egotistical look-at-me package. The black of it gleamed brighter than the chrome, the roar of it drowned out all traffic else. It idled like a tiger, silken and guttural and deadly; it revved like a chain whipped over corrugated iron, a deliberate insult to the soundscape. She rode it like a slap in the face of God.