Writing update, Friday One
Nov. 14th, 2003 10:48 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pseydtonneAnthony (the one from Medford, not Buffalo) and I have been trying to sort out some plot and character ideas for the Skeer project. He's wicked good making plot lines solid. We've been fleshing out the antagonist. Once I have my breakthrough on him (or her -- nah, the bad guy needs to be a guy in this story -- oh wait...), y'all will have an update.
I don't want to do the Friday Five, but I'd love to see some comments. Thus I present the Friday One: Describe one cheap meal you've had that blew your mind. This can go in the bad direction, but I'd love to see some positive answers.
Quick example: one day in 1998 I had spent ten hours on trains and buses, trying to get from Utica to Northampton. This trip by car would've taken less than three hours (this was one of the trips that led me to buy a car). One and a half of those hours had been spent pacing a side street in downtown Springfield waiting for a ride that never happened. I'd just been staring at the flow of traffic heading up I-91 during Springfield's rush hour, seeing a river of lights flowing in both directions.
When I got off the bus and found my location, I was famished. I dropped my gear with some new friends standing in front of the club and ran across the street to a pizza joint. I was scared to cross the street -- cars were zooming way too fast to respect a crosswalk. I figured I was toast. So I started walking. An express bus came barreling around the corner. I could tell it was an express bus because I could read the sign as it slammed to a stop in front of me. They took these crosswalks seriously.
I walked into the pizza joint. I saw these amazing slices -- artichoke hearts, chourizo, and so many other flavors I'd never heard of in Utica. I ordered one plain slice and one with grilled chicken and mushrooms.
I ate the plain slice first, because I knew I'd devour it. I then had time to luxuriate on this second slice. The mushrooms were entire caps, each larger than the sizable chunks of chicken. The spices (rosemary, oregano, garlic) moved with the food to keep me trapped on the joy of this slice.
I think the place was called Pinocchio's. I should go back sometime.
-your turn, Dante
I don't want to do the Friday Five, but I'd love to see some comments. Thus I present the Friday One: Describe one cheap meal you've had that blew your mind. This can go in the bad direction, but I'd love to see some positive answers.
Quick example: one day in 1998 I had spent ten hours on trains and buses, trying to get from Utica to Northampton. This trip by car would've taken less than three hours (this was one of the trips that led me to buy a car). One and a half of those hours had been spent pacing a side street in downtown Springfield waiting for a ride that never happened. I'd just been staring at the flow of traffic heading up I-91 during Springfield's rush hour, seeing a river of lights flowing in both directions.
When I got off the bus and found my location, I was famished. I dropped my gear with some new friends standing in front of the club and ran across the street to a pizza joint. I was scared to cross the street -- cars were zooming way too fast to respect a crosswalk. I figured I was toast. So I started walking. An express bus came barreling around the corner. I could tell it was an express bus because I could read the sign as it slammed to a stop in front of me. They took these crosswalks seriously.
I walked into the pizza joint. I saw these amazing slices -- artichoke hearts, chourizo, and so many other flavors I'd never heard of in Utica. I ordered one plain slice and one with grilled chicken and mushrooms.
I ate the plain slice first, because I knew I'd devour it. I then had time to luxuriate on this second slice. The mushrooms were entire caps, each larger than the sizable chunks of chicken. The spices (rosemary, oregano, garlic) moved with the food to keep me trapped on the joy of this slice.
I think the place was called Pinocchio's. I should go back sometime.
-your turn, Dante
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Dude...
Date: 2003-11-14 01:14 pm (UTC)