Sunday supplement
Dec. 16th, 2012 01:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceIt is far too late by any measure - the poor thing will barely have a chance to slurrup a glass of brandy before I'm at it with the marchpane - but I am baking a Christmas cake today. It's kind of a race: will it be done before we have to leave, to party down the afternoon?
And meanwhile - because baking a Christmas cake is a long, slow, unhurried kind of affair - I am poking at a new story. Of which let me offer a snippet, because I have just written this and I like it rather:
No hero can be relied on, to remain securely dead. They have all an upthrusting way about them, a yen to drag themselves back from any bourne, to hear more acclaim and derr more do.
I'm not sure I can really get away with "derr more do", but I'm leaving it for now because it makes me laugh.
And meanwhile - because baking a Christmas cake is a long, slow, unhurried kind of affair - I am poking at a new story. Of which let me offer a snippet, because I have just written this and I like it rather:
No hero can be relied on, to remain securely dead. They have all an upthrusting way about them, a yen to drag themselves back from any bourne, to hear more acclaim and derr more do.
I'm not sure I can really get away with "derr more do", but I'm leaving it for now because it makes me laugh.