Inspired by Sherri, who is getting ready for the GRE, I decided to test myself with her vocabulary list. Original words are in bold, my guesses are italicized, definitions are plain text, and the ones I've gotten wrong are bolded and italicized. All definitions are from Onelook.
exigent
urgent
adjective: demanding attention
fulminate
Complain strongly
verb: criticize severely
neologism
??
noun: the act of inventing a word or phrase
nugatory
Something which negates
adjective: of no real value
obviate
To make disappear, make irrelevant
verb: do away with
precipitate (alternative definitions here)
Too hurried
adjective: done with very great haste and without due deliberation
ameliorate
Make better, especially after harm has been done.
verb: to make better
cogent
Logical
adjective: having the power to influence or convince
demur
Decline
noun: (law) a formal objection to an opponent's pleadings
verb: take exception to
didactic
Strongly lecturing, bossy
adjective: instructive (especially excessively)
intransigent
Stubborn
adjective: not capable of being swayed or diverted from a course; unsusceptible to persuasion
penurious
Miserly
adjective: excessively unwilling to spend
endemic
Constantly present
noun: a disease that is constantly present to a greater or lesser degree in people of a certain class or in people living in a particular location
evanescent (no, not the rock group!)
Transitory
adjective: tending to vanish like vapor
hegemony
A cohesive group
noun: the domination of one state over its allies
inchoate
Defying description
adjective: only partly in existence; imperfectly formed
occlude
Block
verb: block passage through
pedagogy
Teaching
noun: the profession of a teacher
penury
Miserably poor
noun: a state of extreme poverty or destitution
polemical
Strongly biased
adjective: of or involving dispute or controversy
laconic
Not speaking much
adjective: brief and to the point; effectively cut short
probity
Honesty
noun: complete and confirmed integrity
recondite
Complicated, hard to understand
adjective: difficult to penetrate; incomprehensible to one of ordinary understanding or knowledge
refulgent
Glowing brightly
adjective: radiating or as if radiating light
sedulous
??
adjective: marked by care and persistent effort
trenchant
Deeply held
adjective: having keenness and forcefulness and penetration in thought, expression, or intellect
adjective: characterized by or full of force and vigor
adjective: clearly or sharply defined to the mind
vituperative
Viciously critical
adjective: marked by harshly abusive criticism
fell (alternative definition)
Dark and evil
adjective: (of persons or their actions) able or disposed to inflict pain or suffering
guy (alternative definition)
UK slang: a fool
verb: subject to laughter or ridicule
obtain (alternative definition)
Get (don't know an alternate definition)
verb: come into possession of
occult (alternative definition)
Spiritual, magical, specifically non-religious (don't know an alternate definition)
verb: hide from view
scurvy (alternative definition)
A disease caused by malnutrition or Low, contemptible
noun: a condition caused by deficiency of ascorbic acid (vitamin C)
adjective: of the most contemptible kind
abjure
To give up, refrain from using
verb: formally reject or disavow a formerly held belief, usually under pressure
adumbrate
??
verb: give to understand
verb: describe roughly or briefly or give the main points or summary of
apostate
Heretical
noun: a disloyal person who betrays or deserts his cause or religion or political party or friend etc.
adjective: not faithful to religion or party or cause
asseverate
Declaim, aver
verb: state categorically
calumniate
To say untrue, bad things about
verb: charge falsely or with malicious intent; attack the good name and reputation of someone
captious
Flighty
adjective: tending to find and call attention to faults
celerity
Quickness
noun: a rate that is rapid
contumacious
Argumentative, pugnacious
adjective: wilfully obstinate; stubbornly disobedient
descry
See, pick out
verb: catch sight of
desuetude
??
noun: a state of inactivity or disuse
encomium
Praise
noun: a formal expression of praise
exegesis
SWAG: has its beginnings outside the body
noun: an explanation or critical interpretation (especially of the Bible)
expiate
To make up for, make amends, repair
verb: make amends for
extirpate
Completely destroy
verb: surgically remove (an organ)
verb: pull up by or as if by the roots
verb: destroy completely, as if down to the roots
heterodox
The opposite of orthodox?
adjective: characterized by departure from accepted beliefs or standards
lubricious
Lewd or oily or sometimes both
adjective: characterized by lust
adjective: having a smooth or slippery quality
meretricious
False, untruthful
adjective: like or relating to a prostitute
adjective: based on pretense; deceptively pleasing
adjective: tastelessly showy
minatory
Warning
adjective: threatening or foreshadowing evil or tragic developments
peroration
A long, boring lecture or speech
noun: (rhetoric) the concluding section of an oration
noun: a flowery and highly rhetorical oration
plangent
Directly to the point
adjective: loud and resounding
pusillanimous
Cowardly
adjective: lacking in courage and manly strength and resolution; contemptibly fearful
sententious
Preachy
adjective: abounding in or given to pompous or aphoristic moralizing
tendentious
??
adjective: having or marked by a strong tendency especially a controversial one
tyro
Newbie
noun: someone new to a field or activity
vitiate
To make weak
verb: take away the legal force of or render ineffective
verb: make imperfect
verb: corrupt morally or by intemperance or sensuality
Not bad results. I learned a few words, learned the right meaning of some others, and learned that I know a lot of words!
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Saturday, October 18, 2008
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Bigfoot, my heart dog
My apologies--the dogs are fine, this is me trying to be foresighted.
With surprising prescience, Zayrina asked me last night if I had any pre-need funeral arrangements made for the 'Foots. I do, sort of. I haven't pre-paid for cremation, but I've talked with Kogi about custom urns for their ashes. I'll provide the words and pictures, and she'll make them for me.
I keep coming back to this window, writing something, letting Blogger save it, and then backspacing over it. For all of my education, all of my reading, all of the talking that comes so easily to me, I can't seem to find the right words to describe my dogs, and to some extent, I can't make it real that they will need these words written someday.
Bigfoot has been with me since he was five months old. He was rejected by the family that adopted him from a shelter on the grounds of being "too big." He was fifty pounds and in that gangly teenage stage when I adopted him. His legs were so long and his feet so large that he looked like half a spider. From the first, he slept on my bed. When he was fussing, I'd sing to him--Jimmy Buffett's "Death of an Unpopular Poet." I still sing that to him on the nights when he can't seem to settle down to sleep and is pacing restlessly around my room crying.
He tried to bite my ex on our first date and I didn't listen to him--silly me. I could have saved myself a few years of hurt had I taken my dog's advice. All the times the jackass abused me (never physically), Bigfoot was there for me. I've soaked his fur with tears and never once has he let me down.
He's done two MS walks with me, pulling me through my first one in a freezing rain back when I weighed well over three hundred pounds. He's lightened my heart with a million silly antics, and made me crazy with his genius for opening things like cabinets, closets, cupboards and the refrigerator.
I can say all of this, and I can't properly describe the soul in Bigfoot, my heart dog, the one who is so much a part of me that I will miss him forever when he is gone. I am exasperated and miserable that I can't seem to sum up what a perfect dog he is even when he isn't being perfect.
Eight hours later, I give up. This will have to do for now, and tomorrow I shall endeavor to describe Littlefoot.
With surprising prescience, Zayrina asked me last night if I had any pre-need funeral arrangements made for the 'Foots. I do, sort of. I haven't pre-paid for cremation, but I've talked with Kogi about custom urns for their ashes. I'll provide the words and pictures, and she'll make them for me.
I keep coming back to this window, writing something, letting Blogger save it, and then backspacing over it. For all of my education, all of my reading, all of the talking that comes so easily to me, I can't seem to find the right words to describe my dogs, and to some extent, I can't make it real that they will need these words written someday.
Bigfoot has been with me since he was five months old. He was rejected by the family that adopted him from a shelter on the grounds of being "too big." He was fifty pounds and in that gangly teenage stage when I adopted him. His legs were so long and his feet so large that he looked like half a spider. From the first, he slept on my bed. When he was fussing, I'd sing to him--Jimmy Buffett's "Death of an Unpopular Poet." I still sing that to him on the nights when he can't seem to settle down to sleep and is pacing restlessly around my room crying.
He tried to bite my ex on our first date and I didn't listen to him--silly me. I could have saved myself a few years of hurt had I taken my dog's advice. All the times the jackass abused me (never physically), Bigfoot was there for me. I've soaked his fur with tears and never once has he let me down.
He's done two MS walks with me, pulling me through my first one in a freezing rain back when I weighed well over three hundred pounds. He's lightened my heart with a million silly antics, and made me crazy with his genius for opening things like cabinets, closets, cupboards and the refrigerator.
I can say all of this, and I can't properly describe the soul in Bigfoot, my heart dog, the one who is so much a part of me that I will miss him forever when he is gone. I am exasperated and miserable that I can't seem to sum up what a perfect dog he is even when he isn't being perfect.
Eight hours later, I give up. This will have to do for now, and tomorrow I shall endeavor to describe Littlefoot.
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Reviews
Alessia Brio, writer and editor, was kind enough to include my story "Sock Love" in Coming Together Volume 2. The anthology was reviewed by Mrs. Giggles, and I am miffed. I didn't get nearly the amount of vitriol other authors got, and frankly, I feel slighted. I'm pretty proud of that story, and I'd like to think it deserves more than a dismissive comment about "shagging laundry." Hmpf. If you can't say something nice, Mrs. Giggles, then at least say something creative. *grin*
On the other hand, I've added a page of reviews to the Cockamamie Soaps website, and just re-reading those as I posted them made me feel warm and fuzzy. I've sold sixteen soaps so far, and made back about half of my startup costs. Although Mom mocked me for doing market research for a home-based small business, I'm proud of being businesslike and sensible about the whole thing. If I haven't at least broken even by the end of the year, I'll let the domain name expire and call it a learning experience. Until then, I'm having fun with my silly soaps.
On the other hand, I've added a page of reviews to the Cockamamie Soaps website, and just re-reading those as I posted them made me feel warm and fuzzy. I've sold sixteen soaps so far, and made back about half of my startup costs. Although Mom mocked me for doing market research for a home-based small business, I'm proud of being businesslike and sensible about the whole thing. If I haven't at least broken even by the end of the year, I'll let the domain name expire and call it a learning experience. Until then, I'm having fun with my silly soaps.
Sunday, October 01, 2006
Yay!
Literotica's Halloween contest has begun and my story has posted!
None of this is work-safe, but for anyone who is interested, it is here: Night of the Darned.
None of this is work-safe, but for anyone who is interested, it is here: Night of the Darned.
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
Only two slob days left
Today and tomorrow for slobbing around the house, and then I go back to work on Thursday. I'll work half days on Thursday and Friday, then full time again starting on Monday the 18th. I haven't done any of the things I thought I would do while I was off work. Lazybutt. I might manage to get my filing done today--it depends on whether I spend this afternoon on the phone with a friend or napping.
Rooter has been especially active the last day or so, probably running around feeding up for hibernation time. I've seen her gallumphing across the front yard and in the back, closer to the house than she usually gets. At a guess, she's twice the size of lilblackconnivingkitty, but she evidently needs to bulk up a bit more for the winter. The dogs are getting tremendously spoiled from having me home, and Bigfoot at least has taken to demanding things like water, dinner, and trips outside when he wants them and right then, by golly. He is going to be one sorry pup on Thursday.
"Night of the Darned" is finished and ready to go for the Halloween contest at Lit. It's the longest sock story yet at 4,400+ words, and although only one of the others has a convential happy ending, this one is definitely the darkest. I'm waiting for S-Des to repeat his "sick and twisted" comment via the public forum when it gets posted. *grin*
My oldest friend in the world (not that she's old, just that we've been friends for 35 years) visited Friday and brought me a bunch of books. I've read four, and I think I'll probably skip the rest. They're all very modern fiction, and while they were okay, I didn't find anything in there that made me want to keep them for re-reading. Instead, I've started re-reading a series that I am planning to give Mallie for Christmas, assuming she ever finishes any of the hundred-odd books she's got hanging around.
Plug for a friend, here:
My sister-in-law "Anabel" has a pal who makes beautiful earrings. I got to select two pairs for birthday and get well gifts. I would definitely recommend a visit to SuQ Designs!
Rooter has been especially active the last day or so, probably running around feeding up for hibernation time. I've seen her gallumphing across the front yard and in the back, closer to the house than she usually gets. At a guess, she's twice the size of lilblackconnivingkitty, but she evidently needs to bulk up a bit more for the winter. The dogs are getting tremendously spoiled from having me home, and Bigfoot at least has taken to demanding things like water, dinner, and trips outside when he wants them and right then, by golly. He is going to be one sorry pup on Thursday.
"Night of the Darned" is finished and ready to go for the Halloween contest at Lit. It's the longest sock story yet at 4,400+ words, and although only one of the others has a convential happy ending, this one is definitely the darkest. I'm waiting for S-Des to repeat his "sick and twisted" comment via the public forum when it gets posted. *grin*
My oldest friend in the world (not that she's old, just that we've been friends for 35 years) visited Friday and brought me a bunch of books. I've read four, and I think I'll probably skip the rest. They're all very modern fiction, and while they were okay, I didn't find anything in there that made me want to keep them for re-reading. Instead, I've started re-reading a series that I am planning to give Mallie for Christmas, assuming she ever finishes any of the hundred-odd books she's got hanging around.
Plug for a friend, here:
My sister-in-law "Anabel" has a pal who makes beautiful earrings. I got to select two pairs for birthday and get well gifts. I would definitely recommend a visit to SuQ Designs!
Monday, September 04, 2006
The decision has been made.
Although it was pretty much a foregone conclusion. Anguished meditations aside, I shall continue to feed the feral black kitty living in my hydrangea bush. While it is possible that if I stopped feeding him or her, he or she might move on to a new and better living situation, it's also possible that the kitty would cross the high traffic street and wind up roadkill, or wind up someplace where there are no big dumb softies to feed feral cats.
This means that very soon, I will need to face a day with no pain meds so I can zip over to the grocery store and get some more cat food. I've been trying to cut down on the pain meds because I'd like to spend a larger portion of my day awake, but the aches that ensue when I skip a dose make me long for oblivion. Having counted, I know I have enough pills to get me through until Thursday, when I see the doc again. Hopefully, by then the pain will be minimal.
I just realized I'm not eligible for the Halloween contest, thanks to the third place win in Lit's How To contest. Still, I think "Night of the Darned" is pretty good sock horror, and it will be submitted with the other contest entries. Given that some people have upwards of ten stories to submit, I'm sort of glad I'm not eligible to win...gives me an automatic out.
This is going to be one boring blog until I stop taking the Darvocet. Or until I start writing down the weird dreams this stuff is giving me...
This means that very soon, I will need to face a day with no pain meds so I can zip over to the grocery store and get some more cat food. I've been trying to cut down on the pain meds because I'd like to spend a larger portion of my day awake, but the aches that ensue when I skip a dose make me long for oblivion. Having counted, I know I have enough pills to get me through until Thursday, when I see the doc again. Hopefully, by then the pain will be minimal.
I just realized I'm not eligible for the Halloween contest, thanks to the third place win in Lit's How To contest. Still, I think "Night of the Darned" is pretty good sock horror, and it will be submitted with the other contest entries. Given that some people have upwards of ten stories to submit, I'm sort of glad I'm not eligible to win...gives me an automatic out.
This is going to be one boring blog until I stop taking the Darvocet. Or until I start writing down the weird dreams this stuff is giving me...
Sunday, August 27, 2006
Wow. Just...wow.
Today didn't start out all that well. I woke up with fierce gas pains and was feeling very sorry for myself. That is, until I checked my e-mail and found three feedback comments from Literotica. Seeing that my non-erotic essay had posted, I went to my submissions page to look. What I saw led to a stunned gasp and then bubbly laughter.
The story got an "E," which stands for Editor's Choice. I never thought I'd get one.
Oddly enough, the story's got a relatively low rating, but all of the private feedbacks were from males, all relating similar stories about cats. Perhaps they didn't care to ruin a perceived image with public comments?
It's ironic that I decided to brush up this piece and post it--it's an old one, but it's applicable right now because I keep feeding the lilbittyblackkitty. It's also ironic that it's one of only two serious pieces that I've posted on Lit, and it's definitely sad, with an unhappy ending. I guess you can make people laugh and not impress the editors, but make your readers cry and you get an award...
The story got an "E," which stands for Editor's Choice. I never thought I'd get one.
Oddly enough, the story's got a relatively low rating, but all of the private feedbacks were from males, all relating similar stories about cats. Perhaps they didn't care to ruin a perceived image with public comments?
It's ironic that I decided to brush up this piece and post it--it's an old one, but it's applicable right now because I keep feeding the lilbittyblackkitty. It's also ironic that it's one of only two serious pieces that I've posted on Lit, and it's definitely sad, with an unhappy ending. I guess you can make people laugh and not impress the editors, but make your readers cry and you get an award...
Sunday, August 13, 2006
Somebody needs to get off her lazy butt!
Laundry: check.
Clean bathroom: check.
Dishwasher unloaded and reloaded: check.
Sheets changed: check.
Breakfast: check.
E-mail read & responded to as necessary: check.
Unfinished stories, 8: Erm.
Stories to edit for a friend, 2: Double erm.
I should not be dinking around playing Mah-Jongg, addictive thing that it is, I should be writing & editing. Bad, evil, horrible procrastinatrix.
Clean bathroom: check.
Dishwasher unloaded and reloaded: check.
Sheets changed: check.
Breakfast: check.
E-mail read & responded to as necessary: check.
Unfinished stories, 8: Erm.
Stories to edit for a friend, 2: Double erm.
I should not be dinking around playing Mah-Jongg, addictive thing that it is, I should be writing & editing. Bad, evil, horrible procrastinatrix.
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
"What the World Needs Now"
Is socks, more socks...
Or perhaps,
"Some people wanna fill the world with silly sock stories
What's wrong with that? I'd like to know,
'cause here I go agaaaaaaaaaaain."
22 yes votes, 2 maybes and 2 who cares when I polled the AH regarding my latest venture into sockrotica. I went ahead and wrote it, since it was rattling around in the empty real estate laughingly known as my brain. Because the Heather wrote the second line of the story, there is a character named after her. And because the Sherri is so cuddly-cute, there is one named after her as well. I've not yet met the sock strong enough to be named after Snicker, but I'm keeping my eyes open.
This is sock horror, the longest, darkest sock story yet. I am saving it for the Halloween contest (I can post it for the contest on October 1st). Right now, it's sitting on my hard drive, blandly named "HalloweenSockStory." Current contenders for the name are:
"Live and Let Dye"
"Sock Hell"
"Night of the Darned"
"Solemates"
"Twisted Yarn"
"Nightmare on Lint Street" *NEW
Any other suggestions will be appreciated and considered. TIA.
Or perhaps,
"Some people wanna fill the world with silly sock stories
What's wrong with that? I'd like to know,
'cause here I go agaaaaaaaaaaain."
22 yes votes, 2 maybes and 2 who cares when I polled the AH regarding my latest venture into sockrotica. I went ahead and wrote it, since it was rattling around in the empty real estate laughingly known as my brain. Because the Heather wrote the second line of the story, there is a character named after her. And because the Sherri is so cuddly-cute, there is one named after her as well. I've not yet met the sock strong enough to be named after Snicker, but I'm keeping my eyes open.
This is sock horror, the longest, darkest sock story yet. I am saving it for the Halloween contest (I can post it for the contest on October 1st). Right now, it's sitting on my hard drive, blandly named "HalloweenSockStory." Current contenders for the name are:
"Live and Let Dye"
"Sock Hell"
"Night of the Darned"
"Solemates"
"Twisted Yarn"
"Nightmare on Lint Street" *NEW
Any other suggestions will be appreciated and considered. TIA.
Sunday, July 23, 2006
Sun, Buffett, Rooter & Coffee
What else is needed for a perfect Sunday morning? I woke up at 6:30, rolled over and went back to sleep until 8:12, then got up and let the dogs out and started my morning. So far I've finished one load of laundry, got one in the dryer and one in the washer, weeded along the front sidewalk and watched my resident groundhog ambling through the back yard. Breakfast is in the oven, the coffee is strong and flavored with cinnamon, the sun is shining, Jimmy's singing "Stars on the Water," and I'm so ready for today! It's all otters and kittens this morning.
The first line for a new sock story came to me this morning, "It is a little-known fact that white cotton ankle socks are polyamorous." I'm still not sure if I didn't wear out my sock welcome with three sock stories, but if this one plays out the way I think it will, I'll be able to sit on it until the Halloween contest, at which time I'll decide whether or not to post it. The plot's all there in my head, I just don't know the characters yet.
The first line for a new sock story came to me this morning, "It is a little-known fact that white cotton ankle socks are polyamorous." I'm still not sure if I didn't wear out my sock welcome with three sock stories, but if this one plays out the way I think it will, I'll be able to sit on it until the Halloween contest, at which time I'll decide whether or not to post it. The plot's all there in my head, I just don't know the characters yet.
Monday, June 12, 2006
Third place and "woo!"
My "How To" contest entry won third place in the Literotica.com How To contest. Unlike the end-of-year contests, this one was a cash prize of $75.00. I still think there were better stories entered, but I'm not going to turn down the money.
And yes, I like having the little symbol next to the story indicating it's a contest winner.
*blush*
*stifles ego and shoves it under the bed with the carnivorous dustbunnies*
And yes, I like having the little symbol next to the story indicating it's a contest winner.
*blush*
*stifles ego and shoves it under the bed with the carnivorous dustbunnies*
Friday, June 09, 2006
More on being a masochist
or maybe "being a moron masochist," I just don't know. So, the place where I'm getting into BS literary arguments--did I mention that this is also the forum that reinforces my low self-esteem about my writing? I didn't mention that? It is.
In 2002, the owner of this forum asked me and three others to write weekly essays for the home page. Every single little think piece I wrote was ignored. Even a short story written from the POV of one of my dogs was ignored. At the same time, another member wrote huge post, starting with things like "The life you live. The life you own. The life you left bundled on a randomly chosen doorstep. Abandoned. A tangential resting place. From the sidewalk. Hidden beneath the eaves. Sheltered and soaked. Mortgaged. Taken in and raised by wolves. Sinister eyes staring into the depths of a forming soul. Claiming territory. Picking away at the wide-eyed ambitions dancing along the freshly cut blades of an expansive front lawn. With strangers for neighbors. And friends far away. The sounds from outside amounting to nothing more than the limits of a tattered imagination." His pieces were slobbered over and he was acclaimed as being an amazing writer, a gifted artist, etc.
I gave up after six months. I told the site owner I quit and stood firm when he tried to persuade me to keep going. I gave up writing for almost two years, convinced that I was incapable of producing anything worth reading. In December of '04, I found Literotica and started writing there. Despite quite a bit of good feedback and support, I still don't believe I'm a real writer. I don't write stuff like I quoted above, I just sit down and let the story in my brain dribble out through my fingers. I don't revise and agonize and reflect and struggle. Slowly, I have come to be okay with that. I'm too thin-skinned to try to get published, so I'll continue to scribble and dribble and share my blitherings with anyone who wants to look.
I do need to STOP hanging around arguing with people who respected my writing so little that they wouldn't even comment on it and who fawned on someone whose most striking characteristic as a writer (imnsho) was a calculatedly befuddling effect on his audience. But then, I tell myself that and still hold myself to some artistic standard of "real writing" and spiral into hatred of my own silly pieces again.
*sigh*
In 2002, the owner of this forum asked me and three others to write weekly essays for the home page. Every single little think piece I wrote was ignored. Even a short story written from the POV of one of my dogs was ignored. At the same time, another member wrote huge post, starting with things like "The life you live. The life you own. The life you left bundled on a randomly chosen doorstep. Abandoned. A tangential resting place. From the sidewalk. Hidden beneath the eaves. Sheltered and soaked. Mortgaged. Taken in and raised by wolves. Sinister eyes staring into the depths of a forming soul. Claiming territory. Picking away at the wide-eyed ambitions dancing along the freshly cut blades of an expansive front lawn. With strangers for neighbors. And friends far away. The sounds from outside amounting to nothing more than the limits of a tattered imagination." His pieces were slobbered over and he was acclaimed as being an amazing writer, a gifted artist, etc.
I gave up after six months. I told the site owner I quit and stood firm when he tried to persuade me to keep going. I gave up writing for almost two years, convinced that I was incapable of producing anything worth reading. In December of '04, I found Literotica and started writing there. Despite quite a bit of good feedback and support, I still don't believe I'm a real writer. I don't write stuff like I quoted above, I just sit down and let the story in my brain dribble out through my fingers. I don't revise and agonize and reflect and struggle. Slowly, I have come to be okay with that. I'm too thin-skinned to try to get published, so I'll continue to scribble and dribble and share my blitherings with anyone who wants to look.
I do need to STOP hanging around arguing with people who respected my writing so little that they wouldn't even comment on it and who fawned on someone whose most striking characteristic as a writer (imnsho) was a calculatedly befuddling effect on his audience. But then, I tell myself that and still hold myself to some artistic standard of "real writing" and spiral into hatred of my own silly pieces again.
*sigh*
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