F: Failure, embraced


The Wishbone Alphabet – an experiment, of course, with attitude, life and the eponymous soup.




There was a time when I thought that I might be a writer of explicit sex and horror. I have also tried my hand at constructing a romance. Some good sentences came of this; and some intriguing, disturbing short stories which I will hide in my papers to be uncovered by delighted ghoulish great children one day; but the overall attempts could reasonably be categorised as failures. These clumsy fumblings have become part of my more experienced writing though. Excursions into the barbaric and the erotic have given my pen a visceral tang, and the perils of love have made me brave enough to allow visible vulnerability (maybe I should have saved this sentence for V day!)
Once I tried to make a curry from a tin of syrupy sliced peaches, possibly the most revolting dish to emerge from any of my kitchens. From this I learnt you can take a sweet curry too far, but sometimes you can’t tell where the line is until you’ve crossed it. I think it’s quite balanced to see the line from both sides anyway. 


Comments

Huntress said…
Seems like you enjoy experimenting. The results of said experimentation? Eh, not so good.
LOL
Sharkbytes said…
I hate to admit it, but I'm often a line-pusher myself. I'm trying to visit all the A-Z Challenge Blogs this month.
Teresa Cypher said…
This is a wonderful post! I love it, Lily! We don't know--ever, until we cross the line. And boy oh boy, a lesson learned by crossing the line is one we don't soon forget. :-)
Suze said…
'the perils of love have made me brave enough to allow visible vulnerability'

I am going to snatch that bit off your blog page and put it in my Bishop's bag. Hope that is okay.
Grammy said…
Hi, I don't think I would be very good at writing erotic or esoteric love scenes. I have read some very steamy ones, but would not want my daughters, or their mates, or my grandchildren or great grandchildren knowing that kind of thoughts or language had come from my mind and mouth. I reckon maybe it ain't gonna happen. Ha. Best regards to you. Trying to hop to all the blogs before the end of the month. Ruby
Lisa Southard said…
More thank yous due for splendid comments, fellow line crossers! If nothing else, we have some good stories from our errors! Suze- I don't know what a Bishop's bag is, but I don't have any objections to your snatching :-)
Suze said…
I made it up for a novel. It is a leather satchel in which a young girl keeps all trinkets and small things meaningful to her.
Lisa Southard said…
Ah- now I know and I like it! :-)

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