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So, today was the long-awaited NYCSEF. I arrive nine o' clock sharp, go to my booth, and guess what I find?![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tryogeru is stationed right next to me! Needless to say, the fair was a lot more interesting and less depressing than it was last year. Well, actually, last year wasn't too bad, because ldmoonflower was around. But it's even better when your friend is sitting right next to you, and you can pore over Go books together. Or eat fries. Or make little origami frogs jump over the NYCSEF button.
Anyway, it was fun. Though the judges seemed a little bored by my project. I also had a coughing fit while answering one of the questions, which was a little embarrassing. I got out early this time, thank goodness. Last year, I was the last person in the room. How awful, neh? But now I'm home, free to stress away about teaching resolution writing at HUNS tomorrow. (I can't write resolutions!)
Oh, and yes, I deserve to be shot. I wrote something for Hikaru no Go. It's not finished yet, but here's a snippet. It has no plot and is going nowhere.
"You're late. As usual."
"So? I'm here now. Let's play." Two chairs scraping across the floor. The clink of wooden bowls against the table.
"Please."
"Please." The scattering of stones on a wooden board.
"I'm black." /Pachi/.
More stones placed deliberately, rhythmically, tap, tap, tap, tap...
The shuffle of feet across the floor. Tense, heavy breaths, a muffled sigh, a finger sliding across the glass table.
"Over so soon?"
"We played speed go this time. He won."
"Yeah, I felt a little impatient and rushed him."
"You're the one who was late."
"So? I needed to play. It was a good game."
"Shall we play again?"
"Of course. Please."
"Please."
For some reason, I've grown extremely minimalist. I mean, "show, don't tell" is an adage I've learned in fifth grade, but this "soundtrack" of a story is taking it a little too far. But I felt incapable of writing any more descriptive narration. Maybe I'm passing through a Hemingway phase?
...Tari
So, today was the long-awaited NYCSEF. I arrive nine o' clock sharp, go to my booth, and guess what I find?
tryogeru is stationed right next to me! Needless to say, the fair was a lot more interesting and less depressing than it was last year. Well, actually, last year wasn't too bad, because ldmoonflower was around. But it's even better when your friend is sitting right next to you, and you can pore over Go books together. Or eat fries. Or make little origami frogs jump over the NYCSEF button.Anyway, it was fun. Though the judges seemed a little bored by my project. I also had a coughing fit while answering one of the questions, which was a little embarrassing. I got out early this time, thank goodness. Last year, I was the last person in the room. How awful, neh? But now I'm home, free to stress away about teaching resolution writing at HUNS tomorrow. (I can't write resolutions!)
Oh, and yes, I deserve to be shot. I wrote something for Hikaru no Go. It's not finished yet, but here's a snippet. It has no plot and is going nowhere.
"You're late. As usual."
"So? I'm here now. Let's play." Two chairs scraping across the floor. The clink of wooden bowls against the table.
"Please."
"Please." The scattering of stones on a wooden board.
"I'm black." /Pachi/.
More stones placed deliberately, rhythmically, tap, tap, tap, tap...
The shuffle of feet across the floor. Tense, heavy breaths, a muffled sigh, a finger sliding across the glass table.
"Over so soon?"
"We played speed go this time. He won."
"Yeah, I felt a little impatient and rushed him."
"You're the one who was late."
"So? I needed to play. It was a good game."
"Shall we play again?"
"Of course. Please."
"Please."
For some reason, I've grown extremely minimalist. I mean, "show, don't tell" is an adage I've learned in fifth grade, but this "soundtrack" of a story is taking it a little too far. But I felt incapable of writing any more descriptive narration. Maybe I'm passing through a Hemingway phase?
...Tari
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Date: 2003-02-09 01:22 pm (UTC)Hmm...I should have checked out that person who did that "Is there a Sixth Sense" project. Oh well..
O.o