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The Last Year in Livejournal News meme...
Mar. 7th, 2004 09:33 pmSo here's the meme: go back a year from today (or as many years as you've been using LJ) and pick a quotation from your journal entries of that day (or a day near it, I suppose). Link to the entries here.
Today is the day after my anniversary with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ert, so it was an interesting and fortuitous day for me to come across this meme. Here's what I found:
March 7, 2003:
I got to work and opened the novel on my desktop. I read a chapter: it's good. It's quite good. A few missteps in language, some overly literary self-indulgence, but it's intriguing, linguistically rhythmic, haunting, strange. And I think I'm ready to work on it again.
[Note: as of today I've written 280 pages.]
And:
I went out with my love last night to the scene of the crime to celebrate a year together. Seeing him sit across from me at that restaurant brought back everything I fell in love with him for. I stared into his eyes and vistas opened before me.
March 7, 2002, Or, the Day After My Life Changed:
Everything was so open. There were none of the games people play, the information they omit, when meeting and trying to impress a new person. And yet somehow, none of the sense of romance was compromised. It was a strange and amazing soul connection, of the kind I've felt maybe twice before in my life.
Happy Annys, my love.
Today is the day after my anniversary with
ert, so it was an interesting and fortuitous day for me to come across this meme. Here's what I found:March 7, 2003:
I got to work and opened the novel on my desktop. I read a chapter: it's good. It's quite good. A few missteps in language, some overly literary self-indulgence, but it's intriguing, linguistically rhythmic, haunting, strange. And I think I'm ready to work on it again.
[Note: as of today I've written 280 pages.]
And:
I went out with my love last night to the scene of the crime to celebrate a year together. Seeing him sit across from me at that restaurant brought back everything I fell in love with him for. I stared into his eyes and vistas opened before me.
March 7, 2002, Or, the Day After My Life Changed:
Everything was so open. There were none of the games people play, the information they omit, when meeting and trying to impress a new person. And yet somehow, none of the sense of romance was compromised. It was a strange and amazing soul connection, of the kind I've felt maybe twice before in my life.
Happy Annys, my love.
