Hoot, hoot
Possibly even a woot. After a curious high of another piece on the way to possibly being accepted as a full fledged article—despite much reservation in the lack of punch—the surprises just keep on trickling through the eyelids. Proffered a week or two ago, amidst much deliberation and doubt over the ability to conjure again, a snapshot review of a comicbook without the usual quotient of words on the pages. Owly made it damn hard to whip up more than 170 words. At the very least, the essence of the book is there, all in the small confines of the few lines that exist. Like a reflection. Hidden from the main.
Wednesday, 23 February 2005
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Previous entries on Writing
- Novels with words
- Love It or Shove It
- Start of the backward looking future
- Ministry of Sound - The 2005 Annual
- Rejected by MAD
- Oddness at the gate
