again all i can say is i'm really in this with you. you have this magical talent for capturing the essence of the thing. socal especially, but in general
I’m very flattered. 😍 I consider this one of my weaker pieces, but I just felt like rewriting something older and sharing it. They can’t all be dramatic. Anyways, thank you so much.
Not at all. Sometimes I think we feel like if we didn’t toil endlessly or really bleed for something it’s not as worthy? This has so many excellent moments, hilarious descriptions and also really nails something very true and poignant
I actually don’t enjoy the laboring part of writing. If it doesn’t just flow, I can’t be bothered and I toss it aside. I know my writing could be a lot better if I took some time and actually edited more!
i love it. could have easily been santa monica college, or even westwood. but then you mention bankers hill, and i’m like shit—i ran the rock n roll marathon.
I'm spellbound by the atmosphere, perhaps more so by the situation. You accentuate details I'd likely brush over, if not for the casual intensity of your focus. This, to me, is deeply liberating.
The stories keep on coming and I love all of them. „Ludmilla had trained me to weaponize posture” sound like a Russian thing to do indeed (laughs obv or not). Adore your sense of humour S. x
It makes me so happy when you see the humor. But Ludmilla actually was quite brutal. She was from the Bolshoi Theatre. She used to whack my butt with a little stick because she felt like it was sticking out. I tried to tuck it in as much as possible until I gave up. One day, during a ballet performance, doing a jeté, my slipper catapulted off. That ended our relationship. 🩰💔
again all i can say is i'm really in this with you. you have this magical talent for capturing the essence of the thing. socal especially, but in general
I’m very flattered. 😍 I consider this one of my weaker pieces, but I just felt like rewriting something older and sharing it. They can’t all be dramatic. Anyways, thank you so much.
Not at all. Sometimes I think we feel like if we didn’t toil endlessly or really bleed for something it’s not as worthy? This has so many excellent moments, hilarious descriptions and also really nails something very true and poignant
I actually don’t enjoy the laboring part of writing. If it doesn’t just flow, I can’t be bothered and I toss it aside. I know my writing could be a lot better if I took some time and actually edited more!
Whatever you’re doing it’s working!
ahh. your writing oozes risk. it’s rather haunting, and seductive. what a thriller.
Ty 😍 I felt like posting something a little different from my usual LA stuff!
i love it. could have easily been santa monica college, or even westwood. but then you mention bankers hill, and i’m like shit—i ran the rock n roll marathon.
That’s crazy. What a coincidence!
Thanks for the like! Love Street. I mean that. Took my post down, though. Got, the action I wanted. Cheers.
I'm spellbound by the atmosphere, perhaps more so by the situation. You accentuate details I'd likely brush over, if not for the casual intensity of your focus. This, to me, is deeply liberating.
What a lovely and very interesting comment. How is it liberating?
This piece steps away from the mundane, the formulaic, the predictable. That in itself feels liberating for me. It feels quirky and I like that.
Oh, I like that. I try to shy away from the formulaic and the predictable — if possible. So I’m very happy when I succeed in that. 🙂
I think it's a powerful hallmark of your writing. It presents the reader with an escape.
yes, exactly, it’s great when one can pull that off, leaving space for the reader to find themselves somehow — even if they can’t directly relate
Your narrative leave room for the reader to step into the characters. That's a hard thing to pull off.
I loved this reading story. It made me wonder what I missed sitting, daydreaming. A dark fluorescence in a lecture theatre.
Thank you for your nice comment and for reading!
The stories keep on coming and I love all of them. „Ludmilla had trained me to weaponize posture” sound like a Russian thing to do indeed (laughs obv or not). Adore your sense of humour S. x
It makes me so happy when you see the humor. But Ludmilla actually was quite brutal. She was from the Bolshoi Theatre. She used to whack my butt with a little stick because she felt like it was sticking out. I tried to tuck it in as much as possible until I gave up. One day, during a ballet performance, doing a jeté, my slipper catapulted off. That ended our relationship. 🩰💔
This sounds like a movie scene. Someone had to end this relationship, turned out it was a slipper. Still laughing btw x
🥳 I suppose the slipper came to my rescue. I sucked at sewing on the bands myself. My mum couldn’t be bothered to help. She had tennis to play
How very L.A :)
Sexy and gripping. Nice work!
Thanks for stopping by and thank you for your sweet comment! 💥🩵