From: "I'm late, I'm..." To: writers@vm1.nodak.edu Subject: EXERCISE: Looks aren't everything? -------- (skimming through the morning mail in between helping our new blind programmer get settled in--interesting that he uses phrases such as "let me see what's happening" quite unconsciously...) Mary Jane (*god bless slippery rock nymphs and keep them away from pick'm ups with guns in the windows*) suggested that some of the new folk don't quite know what us old wizened critters look like? So... 1. Pick a persona offa the list (tink or someone). 2. And here they come, roaring into your life! Imagine meeting them in the woods, the malls, the rain, the sunshine, perhaps skydiving into the swimming pool... 3. WRITE IT UP! The meeting of a lifetime, right there in your skull, complete with soundbites, tastes of the tongue, smells of the nose, and maybe even (hush! whisper it in my ear!) a touch here and there... oh, and the sights! don't forget to describe the curling purplish locks of the aging baby bumper or the greenish glint in the third eye of the young grunt. Come one, come all, to the writers' sideshow! Yes, here you can meet the human skeleton, handing out bony embraces! Or how about watching the twin desires pull a sacrifice in twain? Right before your very eyes, on the square screen full of words... Write! (how much brine does it take to wizen an old critter, anyway?) tink