Salut mes copines! Ca fait longtemps qu'on ne s'est pas vus. Je suis tres contente de te revoir. Tu t'as manquer moi? Tu es amoreux avec Shido et Cyric? Je suis, tu connais.
English! I know I promised a new chapter after five reviews, which, by the way, I am so pleased to see you guys did so quickly! Awesome. You guys rock. I'm touched.
I'd gladly put up a new chapter for you instead of this idiotic, half-french rant, but I can't. Gomen nasai! My co-author has left for the weekend, so I can't get her to let me edit. I try to get as many of my typos out before letting you guys see it. I'm really horrible sometimes. There was this one time where I typed tasting instead of testing..... That just made my sentence have the most yaoi-ish implication, and I hadn't meant it to! Scatterbrained errors like that are the reason I edit. Sometimes I miss things, and sometimes I don't get to edit the chapters before we put them up. I promise I'm not an uneducated twit! Twit maybe, but educated certainly! I think by now we're all educated, if not by our everyday lives than by our schooling.
Anyway, I promise by Tuesday, at the very latest, I will have the new chapter up!
Now hopefully she won't maul me for getting on her account and typing things up here... ^_^;;; Heh heh. Hopefully.
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Sharing time. Who knows of the poet Christina Rossetti? She lived from 1830 to 1894. She is known for her beautiful, languid imagery through startlingly simple diction. I am a fan of her work, as well as Victorian poetry in general, so I thought I would share some with you guys. Wonderful stuff. Hope you enjoy! If you even remotely like this, you should check out her other works. She's very interesting. Elizabeth Siddal is also very good. I suggest you look into her too.
"Song"
When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head;
Nor shady cypress tree.
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.
I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on as if in pain.
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
and haply may I forget.
-1862
English! I know I promised a new chapter after five reviews, which, by the way, I am so pleased to see you guys did so quickly! Awesome. You guys rock. I'm touched.
I'd gladly put up a new chapter for you instead of this idiotic, half-french rant, but I can't. Gomen nasai! My co-author has left for the weekend, so I can't get her to let me edit. I try to get as many of my typos out before letting you guys see it. I'm really horrible sometimes. There was this one time where I typed tasting instead of testing..... That just made my sentence have the most yaoi-ish implication, and I hadn't meant it to! Scatterbrained errors like that are the reason I edit. Sometimes I miss things, and sometimes I don't get to edit the chapters before we put them up. I promise I'm not an uneducated twit! Twit maybe, but educated certainly! I think by now we're all educated, if not by our everyday lives than by our schooling.
Anyway, I promise by Tuesday, at the very latest, I will have the new chapter up!
Now hopefully she won't maul me for getting on her account and typing things up here... ^_^;;; Heh heh. Hopefully.
~
Sharing time. Who knows of the poet Christina Rossetti? She lived from 1830 to 1894. She is known for her beautiful, languid imagery through startlingly simple diction. I am a fan of her work, as well as Victorian poetry in general, so I thought I would share some with you guys. Wonderful stuff. Hope you enjoy! If you even remotely like this, you should check out her other works. She's very interesting. Elizabeth Siddal is also very good. I suggest you look into her too.
"Song"
When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head;
Nor shady cypress tree.
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.
I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on as if in pain.
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
and haply may I forget.
-1862