Musical French
Mar. 9th, 2006 04:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bending_sickleToday in French class a girl who's studied musical therapy gave us a free session. It may sound fancy and I'm sure the profession as a whole is great (she told us about the uses it has for autistic and parkinson patients) but what we did was the passive version.
I'm sure you've all had the same experience: listen to music whilst someone tells you what to imagine. We started off with going downstairs (my stairs were dark, had a wall on the left and absolutely nothing on the right) and reach a field. We wander about in the field (I lay down and checked out the itty bitty bugs and a squirrel) and walk a bit (I reached an abandoned town and then a dry well out in the middle of nowhere). Then we're told that someone (a man in a panama hat whom I haven't seen in a long time) is walking towards us.
Then it gets sad, in that I'm so happy to finally see this person, and can't believe he's there, and we just stand in front of each other for ages. We wander off to a cliff and sit on the edge, and when it's time to open our eyes and end the musical therapy session I get really sad but Panama hat guy is understandingly resigned.
Wierd little brain of mine, ain't it?
Oh, and for those of you following the fic-writing process (which is slow, I know): the brothel's run by Bessie Mae, and there's a red barrel at the door.
Although, I'm kind of worried about writing the actual brothel scene. Not because of the sex, because I'm just not writing it, but because I have no clue how the transactions are made. Do they all stand in a line, do they discuss prices before-hand?
I'm sorry I can't post the bits I've written already, but as I'm said before, I'm writing it backwards. And I still haven't figured out the plot. Or maybe I did, and it just doesn't make sense anymore.
Oh, gods, that part is going to be hell to write. I hate intrigue.
Anyone willing to be a sounding board for plot theory? No pressure at all, there's a Firefly beta community called![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fireflybeta, but I'm a bit intimidated.
I'm sure you've all had the same experience: listen to music whilst someone tells you what to imagine. We started off with going downstairs (my stairs were dark, had a wall on the left and absolutely nothing on the right) and reach a field. We wander about in the field (I lay down and checked out the itty bitty bugs and a squirrel) and walk a bit (I reached an abandoned town and then a dry well out in the middle of nowhere). Then we're told that someone (a man in a panama hat whom I haven't seen in a long time) is walking towards us.
Then it gets sad, in that I'm so happy to finally see this person, and can't believe he's there, and we just stand in front of each other for ages. We wander off to a cliff and sit on the edge, and when it's time to open our eyes and end the musical therapy session I get really sad but Panama hat guy is understandingly resigned.
Wierd little brain of mine, ain't it?
Oh, and for those of you following the fic-writing process (which is slow, I know): the brothel's run by Bessie Mae, and there's a red barrel at the door.
Although, I'm kind of worried about writing the actual brothel scene. Not because of the sex, because I'm just not writing it, but because I have no clue how the transactions are made. Do they all stand in a line, do they discuss prices before-hand?
I'm sorry I can't post the bits I've written already, but as I'm said before, I'm writing it backwards. And I still haven't figured out the plot. Or maybe I did, and it just doesn't make sense anymore.
Oh, gods, that part is going to be hell to write. I hate intrigue.
Anyone willing to be a sounding board for plot theory? No pressure at all, there's a Firefly beta community called
fireflybeta, but I'm a bit intimidated.
