Eeeek!
My suspension of disbelief is failing. It's a fucking nightmare. I see the strings on Superman. Every plot idiocy goes clunk.
Cliched lines torment me. My dreams are re-hashes of old plots.
It's come to this.
I'm going to have to create something. [shudders]
I've never
read a poem about seeing the lines which suspend belief. Why not try that?
hmmm, you know who coined the phrase "suspension of disbelief"?
Coleridge
I think
the entire phrase is "willing suspension of disbelief"......but that's being picky lol
you are correct, sir
on both points [smiles]
Coleridge?
I did not know that. I believe. There are no strings on you.
No strings
perhaps a few flies.
dear Jess.
whatever you choose to write about...I know it will be entertaining. how could it not, for it will come from the essence and spark of weirdelf!
*hugs, Cat & eddy styx
thank you my dear,
you know the best part? I don't have to try.
I have perfected a lifestyle of indulgence, laziness and pleasure.
I write what I want, when I want to, work when I want to, indulge whatever I can afford.
Life is beautiful.