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[Thursday Prompt] Live And Let Felix Die
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(The Thursday Prompt has the day off. I'm posting this today just to be ornery.)
The following quote (courtesy of
Vixyyfox) is dedicated to someone who knows damned well who they are...
If you only write when you’re inspired you may be a fairly decent poet, but you’ll never be a novelist because you’re going to have to make your word count today and those words aren’t going to wait for you whether you’re inspired or not.
You have to write when you’re not inspired. And you have to write the scenes that don’t inspire you. And the weird thing is that six months later, a year later, you’ll look back at them and you can’t remember which scenes you wrote when you were inspired and which scenes you just wrote because they had to be written next.
The process of writing can be magical. …Mostly it’s a process of putting one word after another. - Neil Gaiman
Now, on with the tale...
LIVE AND LET FELIX DIE
© M. M. Marmel, 2020
Lord Felix © W.D. Reimer (
Walt46) and appears here through kind permission of the author.
Any resemblance to a certain motion picture pre-titles sequence is purely intentional.
Lord Protector of the Terran Confederacy Admiral-General Felix Al-Sakai inexplicably found himself standing on Terra, in the city of New Orleans, on a street corner of the old French Quarter.
A funeral procession was walking slowly and mournfully, as the slow strains of "Just a Closer Walk With Thee" came from the somberly-garbed Dixieland band.
Still confused, the leopard turned to a pretty tan-furred, raven-haired feline in mourning black and a veil. "Excuse me, whose funeral is this?"
*click*
As the switchblade was driven into Al-Sakai's heart, the last thing that the Lord Protector of the Terran Confederacy heard was, "Why, YOURS!"
The corpse was picked up by a rigged trap door in the floor of the coffin.
The band jauntily struck up "New Second Line" as the coffin, now occupied, was cheerfully paraded through the streets of New Orleans...
And the pretty feline in black led the dancing.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I do not like Felix Al-Sakai. Not one itty bitty bit. (evil grin)
(The Thursday Prompt has the day off. I'm posting this today just to be ornery.)
The following quote (courtesy of
Vixyyfox) is dedicated to someone who knows damned well who they are... If you only write when you’re inspired you may be a fairly decent poet, but you’ll never be a novelist because you’re going to have to make your word count today and those words aren’t going to wait for you whether you’re inspired or not.
You have to write when you’re not inspired. And you have to write the scenes that don’t inspire you. And the weird thing is that six months later, a year later, you’ll look back at them and you can’t remember which scenes you wrote when you were inspired and which scenes you just wrote because they had to be written next.
The process of writing can be magical. …Mostly it’s a process of putting one word after another. - Neil Gaiman
Now, on with the tale...
LIVE AND LET FELIX DIE
© M. M. Marmel, 2020
Lord Felix © W.D. Reimer (
Walt46) and appears here through kind permission of the author.Any resemblance to a certain motion picture pre-titles sequence is purely intentional.
Lord Protector of the Terran Confederacy Admiral-General Felix Al-Sakai inexplicably found himself standing on Terra, in the city of New Orleans, on a street corner of the old French Quarter.
A funeral procession was walking slowly and mournfully, as the slow strains of "Just a Closer Walk With Thee" came from the somberly-garbed Dixieland band.
Still confused, the leopard turned to a pretty tan-furred, raven-haired feline in mourning black and a veil. "Excuse me, whose funeral is this?"
*click*
As the switchblade was driven into Al-Sakai's heart, the last thing that the Lord Protector of the Terran Confederacy heard was, "Why, YOURS!"
The corpse was picked up by a rigged trap door in the floor of the coffin.
The band jauntily struck up "New Second Line" as the coffin, now occupied, was cheerfully paraded through the streets of New Orleans...
And the pretty feline in black led the dancing.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I do not like Felix Al-Sakai. Not one itty bitty bit. (evil grin)
Category Story / Fanart
Species Housecat
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File Size 77 kB
That quote could have been directed at me, especially the part about writing what doesn't inspire me. I'm currently working on a chapter of my "Michael and Amanda" story that doesn't really inspire me, not because I don't want to write it but because I can't really figure out a good way of putting what I want into words but, I will get through it if I have to rewrite it 10 times.
And for those who find themselves having a hard time putting one word after another, I've found it acceptable to begin by putting one letter after another.
If you're still not having any luck, you can always try putting some words or letters before others.
Also, sometimes numbers can be useful as well.
You're welcome.
If you're still not having any luck, you can always try putting some words or letters before others.
Also, sometimes numbers can be useful as well.
You're welcome.
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