Motley Journal

Those who have had the (mis)fortune(?) of communicating directly with me know I am always complaining about writer's block and insomnia. While the latter has been a problem all my life, the burn-out currently plaguing me is certainly not making sleeping –nor writing– any easier.

Neither is this journal; about all GW fics posted here are in dire need of revision. So sad.
A few have already been revised, however, and can be found through my masterlist at insanejournal.

Perhaps a glance at my silly acrostics may make your trip here worthwhile.
Or perhaps this old space anthem.

Ah well. Happy reading & writing!                     ,'
                                               ~ Mot  (^—^)[_]3   ~ Aug '09

 

A runaway bride in an Opel
fled from Constantinople.
Caught up by her groom
in his Audi Of Doom,
she guessed all they did was elopel.

Mweheh.

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Title: Grave Situation       (also here)
Author: motley_sis
Genre: poetry, acrostic.
Rating: G     Warnings: Sexless author on hard liquor.
Disclaimer: Not autobiographical (just yet), but still all mine.
Notes: Original poetry. Written for mechante_fille because of Plan Your Epitaph Day.


( Grave Situation )

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Pairing/Characters: Heero and Trowa
Rating & Warnings: Probably R. Warnings would only spoil the fun.
Notes: Previously posted here – about time I posted this in my own journal. Written in April 2009 for gw_dark's darkficexchange: Gift 6 for terravayne.

Summary: Heero reviews Trowa's writing.


( Sand )

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Free-style poem     (written 16/09 for same_oh and found here)

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Don't eat me; inspiration is a wilful beast.  ε[_](=_= )

 

Four barely-sane freewrites I did last August, to try and get my writing drive back. Digitalised unedited, save for the occasional deciphering of my wilful handwriting. The first and third word list were not stolen from old entries at 10_words.

( August Freewrites )

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Five barely-sane freewrites I did last July, to try and get my writing drive back. Digitalised unedited, save for the occasional deciphering of my wilful handwriting. The word lists used for the pieces were stolen from old entries at 10_words.

( July Freewrites )

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Four barely-sane freewrites I did last June, to try and get my writing drive back. Digitalised unedited, save for the occasional deciphering of my wilful handwriting. The lists of words used for each piece were stolen from old entries at 10_words.

( June Freewrites )

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Title: Foody Blabulous       (also here)
Author: motley_sis
Genre: poetry, acrostic.
Rating: PG     Warnings: Pardon my French.
Disclaimer: I did not invent the written word. But the poetry is mine.
Notes: Original poetry. Written for visual_trigger, somehow inspired by trigger #3.

Not bloody fabulous.

Even so, dedicated to theotherdibbler, ralphiere, and mechante_fille.


( Foody Blabulous )

                                   ε[_](^—^) ^cheers!

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Feel like I'm going overboard in writing a reply to cozzybob in this thread in terravayne's journal... so I decided to spare the thread my verbose musing and make an entry in my own (dusty) journal.


( What can I say? British -versus- American English is one of my favourite topics. )

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Free-style acrostic     (written for same_oh and found here & here)


Time to sit and contemplate, as it
Hurries on restless wings.   Oh! how
I used to expound on what I'd learned –
Revisiting 'olden days' of just two months prior,
To retrieve drunken wisdoms and
Yearn for innocences already lost.   Oh! the
Towering height of a sixteen-year-old's sagacity.

Open-minded – though naive and impressionable,
Maturity surmised to prevail in a firm Yes or No;
Open-hearted – though confused with passions
Roused by clear blue eyes and a
Returned necklace weathered by tears.

Observing the flight of time, I sit,
Wisely wistful, because I am …   (acrostic)

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A kookish poem about a 'typical writer'     (written for same_oh, found here)

... Because I have not written in such a long time.

( The Type Writer )

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\(^-^)/   Trowa's themesong!   \(^—^)/   See him go!   ⁽⁽ε(^>O°)3⁾⁾

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Free-style acrostic     (written for same_oh and found here)

Consumed by desire and
Living for Somebody's touch alone,
I can hardly find the strength to
Cope in this pit of tears.
Hollywood plots may
End in kisses, but my fate is to remain
Stuck in aforementioned (acrostic).

        My life needs a beta.

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Title: Smut-appeal
Author: motley_sis
Genre: poetry, acrostic.
Rating: M     Warnings: Graphic sexual banter. Smut in a wrongly kooky fashion.
Disclaimer: Original poetry, for which I claim sole responsibility.
Notes: Got the idea from this conversation. Dibbler, however, is innocent.

( Smut-appeal )

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Title: Bonnie and Clyde
Author: motley_sis
Genre: poetry, acrostic.
Rating: PG     Warnings: Sweetly kooky. *fetches toothbrush*
Disclaimer: The poetry is mine, all mine~! Muhahahaha~!
Notes: Original poetry. Written for visual_trigger, trigger #12 (view here).


( Bonnie and Clyde )

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Free-style acrostic     (written for same_oh and found here)

[ EDIT: Thanks for spotting my muck-up, Dibbler! ]


Inwardly peptalking myself and
With a face like a buffed sweet
Apple, I went to see you again at the service desk -
Nervous, without a clue how
To start, or where to keep my hands.
Your expression clouded slightly as I rambled
On about blue screens; in shock I looked
Up into your BSOD-blue eyes and prompted blurted out: (acrostic).

    The awkward harvest of too many lonely nights.

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A silly (and slightly edited) acrostic for black_hairgirl's 24th birthday.

Have a happy one, B.H.G.~!



( B-day acrostic for B.H.G. )

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Title: The Mechanics Of Kissing     Word count: 3500 or thereabouts.
Author: motley_sis     (on crack)
Characters: Trowa & Duo; minor roles for Sally, Wuffles, and some OC mechanics; mention of Quatre, Howie, Zechs, and Heero.
Rating: R - for cursing, bad language, and (mild) 'physical spontaneity'.
Warnings: As above; also: supergit!Trowa.
Notes: Kooky fic™! The (happy) end of the Truthbender / Darnedest Things series. Was it a series? Yes, it seems so.
Written for 7snogs, to prompt 1: Uniform. (*)
Disclaimer: Yeah, rub it in, will you? All I own is my beloved kookiness.


( The Mechanics Of Kissing )

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