whenever i'm trying to talk myself out of buying something i don't need i always hear my old russian professor's voice echoing in my head: "WHAT??? WILL YOU DIE THE RICHEST MAN IN THE GRAVEYARD?" and then i make an unwise financial decision
Hello! My apologies for being MIA for god knows how long. I’ve had some sporadic downtime between work and other activities in my life and I’ve decided to start writing again. If anyone has any type of suggestions for plot lines etc. please send them in to me and I’ll work on them as much as I can. I want to practice a bit on small easy writing in between writing another story I have in the works. I’m willing to write about OCs as well as fandoms and I will do my research to the best of my ability.
I will be announcing my story in the works once I get my storyline set in its ways and give a little snippet when I’m comfortable sharing. In the meantime, I would like to say the story is a Harry fic l o o s e l y inspired by the song Privacy by Chris Brown. There will be recreational use of drugs and alcohol as well as some absolutely filthy smut as well as a pretty sweet learning curve and plot. (If all goes to plan, she’s still young.)
I would also like to thank you for being patient with me and I look forward to your suggestions.
The Spy Kids movies have the exact vibe of when you and your friends are running around in the backyard creating an elaborate story based entirely around whatever random nonsense happens to be lying around. This empty happy meal box is a computer. If I spin this bop-it the right way it will unlock the secret door. We have to get to the jets! (The jets are the swings). My little sister says her pigtails spin around and let her fly and we all agree with that. These swim goggles let me see through walls. There are a series of stepping stones leading to a big rock in the middle of the garden. The rock is the office of the Head Spy and the dirt is actually a bottomless pit, so you have to be careful when you jump across. The bad guys have disabled all our weapons but my necklace is actually a secret super cool weapon that works anyway! There’s logic and continuity but only as much as a bunch of five-to-twelve year olds can keep straight without bothering to keep notes or look up any science facts they don’t already happen to know. This is not a complaint.
~ Moritz von Schwind (1804–1871), Die Katzensymphonie (The #Cat Symphony), 1868 (Pencil, pen and brush on paper)
The drawing is a violin melody, on which cats are presented instead of notes. The composition can be interpreted as a caricature of Richard Wagner's music, which the artist did not much appreciate. Schwind gifted the music sheet to one of his friends, the violinist Joseph Joachim. The reason for the gift was Joachim's appointment as director of the Berlin University of Music. The melody of course was unplayable.