In a very real way, one writes a story to find out what happens in it. Before it is written it sits in the mind like a piece of overheard gossip or a bit of intriguing tattle. The story process is like taking up such a piece of gossip, hunting down the people actually involved, questioning them, finding out what really occurred, and visiting pertinent locations. As with gossip, you can’t be too surprised if important things turn up that were left out of the first-heard version entirely; or if points initially made much of turn out to have been distorted, or simply not to have happened at all.
Delany, Samuel R. About Writing: Seven Essays, Four Letters, & Five Interviews. Wesleyan University Press.
Young woman reading (1902). Samuel Melton Fisher (British, 1860-1939).
Fisher was a painter of portraits, genre and figurative subjects. He was a regular exhibitor at the Royal Academy from 1878 and at the RBA and the Grosvenor Gallery. His portrait sitters included Florence Leyland (1859-1921), later Mrs Prinsep.
So, one day my girl and I were at TJ Maxx, and we see this pillow in the pet bed section.
I immediately lost my shit.
WHAT THE HELL IS THIS FUCKING NONSENSE. FOON???? THE FUCKING PILLOW SAYS FOON!!!! WHY??? IS THAT SUPPOSED TO BE A DOG’S NAME??? WHO THE HELL CALLS A DOG, FOON? WHO THE HELL CALLS ANYTHING FOON? EXCEPT THIS FUCKING SPECIAL PILLOW?? IS FOON A COMPANY?? IS FOON SO BIG IT NEEDS A GIANT ASS LOGO ON THEIR FUCKING PET BED? WHO IS BUYING SHIT FROM THE FOON COMPANY??? WHY IS IT CALLED FOON, THO??? DOES IT MEAN SOMETHING??? IS IT A NAME OF SOMEONE??? DO PEOPLE WORK AT THE FOON COMPANY WEARING STUPID POLO SHIRTS WITH THE FOON LOGO??? DO THEY ANSWER TO A CEO FOON??? FUCK THIS SHIT!!!! FUCK PEOPLE AND THEIR PRETENTIOUS FOON PET BEDS!!!! I’M SO FUCKING DONE!!!!! FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!
My girl said nothing during my rage…. and goes over and just turns the pillow upside-down…
(hello i am back to being the trash can i am. here’s part 2 cause i figured the last thing was WAYYY too long to be a one-shot. will continue this until i am satisfied. ps dont expect smut from me i am just a wee lil babe (that’s a lie))
This was the second time this week that you had worked overtime. The new exhibit was nearing completion and you were throwing all you had into it. You slammed the phone down onto the receiver and looked over at the growing pile of mail piled at the corner of your desk. It was so much. What if it didn’t get done?
The phone rang again. You stared at it for a moment, wanting to just let it ring and let the machine take care of it but your responsibilities got to the best of you.
“Y/N,” you muttered, tucking the phone under your cheek.
“You think you’re clever, don’t you princess?” A familiar voice growled into your ear.
You felt your cheeks heat up a thousand degrees. “Hello Sam.”
Did [Shakespeare] begin with making Romeo and Juliet in love at first glimpse, as a common and ordinary thinker would do? - No - he knew what he was about, he was to develop the whole passion, and he takes it in its first elements: that sense of imperfection, that yearning to combine itself with something lovely. Romeo became enamoured of the ideal he formed in his own mind, and then, as it were, christened the first real being as that which he desired. He appeared to be in love with Rosaline, but in truth he was in love only with his own idea. He felt the necessity of being beloved, which no noble mind can be without: Shakespeare then introduces Romeo to Juliet, and makes it not only a violent, but permanent love at first sight […].
Coleridge on Shakespeare: The Text of the Lectures, John Payne Collier