Tonight we went to the WEC (Writer's Emporium Club) meeting and it was so fun, I laughed so hard that I thought I would die from an embarrassing fart. Thankfully, no passing of gas happened. One thing I wrote last night that I’m really proud of was this exercise where Rob gave everyone a quote off of his Nexus 7 tablet and we would write a story or what have you from that. This is what I wrote. The quote, by Elizabeth I is in bold:
I know I am but mortal and so there wilst prepare myself for death whensoever it shall please god to send it.
And it is this I tell myself every time I don my armor and prepare for battle. As god decides when to deal my death, Goddess guides my hand in battle. Each time I lay my hand upon my sword, I feel her hand atop mine. It is she who gives me strength as I cut through flesh. Her fury blazes through my eyes and I am baptized by each drop of blod that splatters my face. The hot sweet blood of my adversaries rains upon my land, washing away the scourge they have placed upon it.
God may someday send death my way, but my Goddess will ensure that my body will rest atop a mountain of my slain enemies.
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Even thought that was short, I really like how it turned out. I think I'll probably post some more things that I have written from past WEC meetings. It's too late right now and I'm so sleepy, so unfortunately, there's no fancy song lyrics/title in the title. Maybe next time...