The road to Shu is frikking impossible, guys.

[flemmings]

The story doesn't have to be perfect, the story has to be finished.

The theory is that if I keep on writing 200 words every day, and editing them for half an hour on the next day before writing another 200 words, this looking-to-be 25,000 word story will eventually get finished.

Except that most days the best I can manage is well below 100 words.

And even the sex scenes are impossible.

(cue the choir)
One more mountain to climb,
one more river to cross,
I've come such a long long way and still,
I got a long way to go.
Weary all of the time,
I've been tumbled and tossed,
there's always one more mountain to climb
and one more river to cross.

Neil Sedaka may have written the lyrics but he surely didn't sing the gospel version I remember hearing.

Comments

[cesmith.livejournal.com]

I know the David Soul version of the song. He did a great job of singing it. I had never known that Neil Sedaka wrote it and I really can't picture him singing it either.

[mikeneko.livejournal.com]

Two hundred words a day? Ha. EASY


(Wait. Do they have to make sense?)

[i-am-zan.livejournal.com]

*Waves pompoms* - "Go J Go! Go J Go!"

- I'm sure the resulys will be good! Yummy even!

[flemmings.livejournal.com]

Ah good, good- David Soul. Thank you. No, the man known for Happy Birthday, Sweet Sixteen isn't a natural fit for One More Mountain. And because it was late at night my mind turned Neil Sedaka into Neil Diamond and I thought Oh my god I don't *want* to hear that version. Nor Sedaka's either, except for the WTF factor.

[flemmings.livejournal.com]

(It's generally preferred, yes. Helps if they also further the plot, develop character, add details of dragon culture, nado nado.)

[flemmings.livejournal.com]

Thank you for the vote of confidence. I alas am sure the results will read like whatever I've been reading lately, which in this case is Judge Dee. We have a mystery, we have a magisterial but slightly dorky by western standards detective, and we have rafts of obscure background. Le sigh.

[cesmith.livejournal.com]

Makes me feel old to realize that David Soul released that song in either '77 or '78. I haven't listened to him in years, though I still have two of his albums. So last night I put one of the records on and listened. One More Mountain to Climb is better than I remembered. Made me think of this oldie too.

Mem'ries,
Light the corners of my mind
Misty water-colored memories
Of the way we were
Scattered pictures,
Of the smiles we left behind
Smiles we gave to one another
For the way we were
Can it be that it was all so simple then?
Or has time re-written every line?
If we had the chance to do it all again
Tell me, would we? Could we?

[flemmings.livejournal.com]

Don't mention old. I remember when the Beatles first began. Actually I remember pre-Beatles, what there was of it. Late 70's is about the time I stopped listening to popular music on a daily basis.

One More Mountain is actually quite genki in its- mhh, one can't call it the blues, can one?- well, its downishness. The gospel choir helps. Rather like the first version of Hallelujah that I was snarking about a while back. The guy's gonna climb that mountain, he's just *tired* of it.

Oh, The Way We Were. Best known around here of course as

Mammaries
Fill the corners of my bra
Wibbly pinkish-coloured mammaries...

largely because Streisand doesn't really have any, or didn't at the time.

[cesmith.livejournal.com]

Couldn't stop laughing over your take of Memories. Reminds me of an old Filk song called The Boob Fairy. Now I have to see where I put it on my computer...