PROCESS STUFF

I've said before, that for me, it's all about the process; the point of entry for the Crafty essay was discourse combining two of my favorite activites: writing and writing about writing. I've spent a couple of days hip deep in text, mostly my own and mostly doing viot I'll call selective trans. I've transcribed haffadozen pages from the inked nery format. The *single page* we've got rc here is *such a gem* that works on *so many levels* one of them is bound to work for JUST about everyone in the potential audience, except my mom and the ubiquitous unintended reader. There's a bitto crowd pleasing rangerspew and a fairly dazzling technical display of a trait I call discreteness, sort of a geeky topical limiting in the scope of discourse imposed by the imaginary borders of the physical page.

ah the leap surely a familiar phenomenon to readers turn the page presuming to resume the or some exposition ha that.s so much more unlikely than not imean consider viot must happen in order properly sequenced and directed so that one page topically follows another somebody somewhere works hard it takes energy to create and sustain a sort the ass we take it for granted that there is a proper sequence and further presume that order to have been imposed before a stack of pages is presented the mun technica huh mun technica oh yeah mundane technical crap that has to happen yep there.s a load of it and describing it moves the pen exactly as well as recording the whispers oh this ought to be a fun exercise three little girls dragged me to chuck e cheese i don.t have my watch and i don.t have a beverage i.ve got some time i.m hoping that when we get back to the house i can get some minutes online the celebrated authoress has put a draft of the framed spew out for inspection and comment she and nam are trying to come up w/a title iguess i.m supposed to be alternately gathering more rangerspew and doing the conversion of viot i.ve already set i went into the text last night it.s on my eljay and tinkered some it.s been twenty four hours and i.m curious of course the ranger.s been surprisingly quiet it figures that when the edit we find a way to showcase the spew that the spewage would get scarce oh well when i went in yesterpm to work on a bit of conversion the muse was whispering allegedly pertinent additions to the lines eye way trying to cap and punctuate it seemed counter productive /\ i s.pose tho. that.s not a judgement i.m qualified to make as the scribe my role is simply to capture the spew record the whispers as faithfully as eye can so far that hasn.t happened well it happens butt the scribe isn.t completely faithful the scribe has a voice and a style that.s slowing the conversions oh well it.s early in viot i think will be a long trip of course i.m guessin. that i.ll have access to a nearly endless stream of rangerspew if eye want(s) it and despite my many objections and protests to the contrary it does seem that i.ll avail all the access i can get i.m hoping to get florid accounts of falling in love twice and a load of angst about being in love with two at once and especially since the first love can.t acknowledge the bond no shit oh shit legolas has been in our camp for a week i figured we would have been having much sex by now i am ready he stays ready el and ro do not seem to object evidently there is something i am unaware of keeping us apart elves act like they have all the time in the world and i guess they do elrond and especially glorfindel worked hard to teach me to be patient i wonder if either of them could appreciate how much patience how much discipline i.ve mustered sharing my bedroll with legolas for six nights a couple of mornings ago he was kissing me when i awoke i had been dreaming about him in my dream we were making love or had made love and we had our arms and legs so entwined we seemed to be one warm naked person we were joined not exactly at the hip i don.t know if i was in him or he in me in the dream union we were kissing drawing the same breaths sighing the same sighs i could not discern which limbs were mine and which were his and the sounds we make in our passion were likewise indistinguishable his from mine that morning waking up and finding his lips on mine oh i thought for a moment of the /\ completion in the dream but when my arms went around him and i felt his tunic and then realized we were both fully dressed and that the lovemaking was mere fantasy i knew what we were waiting for and that when the wait was over we would join as sweetly and completely as that warm naked lover in my dream i am a man tho. and not an elf and ill equipped to wait for what i can easily reach to be given or brought to me hmm i.ve got a sneaking suspicion that the ranger.s got some grapically descriptive reflections pending in the stream that ought to be interesting and amusing when that vent opens prob.ly give rangerspew a new definition i think i can handle it in a manner of speaking for want of a better term oh stick it on the page here sits ken w/the pen in his hand still @ chuck.s the ranger produced another crystaline moment this one as his eager lust begins the noble turn to love the scribe is much amused the rc reflection is set in the first week of his knowing legolas there.s a bravado sort of a macho swagger like he.s so sure he can bed the elf which of course he can butt eye thinx it odd curious queer that he.s so eager to poke and be poked by another male ew ew ew can you say penetration imean really eye can.t imagine that ew ew substantial elf cock in your virgin butt would be something to look forward to ew oh well luckily for the gathered us it.s not imperative that eye understand or approve eye only hold(s) the pen meanwhile back at the ranch viot the context skews the lone ranger stuff and mixes it w/the oh shit no shit lines oh well fun.s fun and we.ve wrapped and capped another page