Challenge me?

I'm stealing this idea from kittenpants, in a way. It's something we do a lot, this trade-off of ideas that we then warp into something completely different according to our own predilections.

So, here's the thing. I'd like to do a series of short written pieces, mostly for the practice, but also so that I have something to do that will allow me to further put off the things I tell myself I am supposed to be writing. So, if you like, comment here and give me a topic, and I will write something about it, be it story, article, essay, etc. If you want, you can also suggest a genre or style to go with it, and I will make my best approximation of that style (warning: my poetry is quite, quite bad, so, while you are free to ask for poetry, I take no responsibility for any desire you may feel to spork out your eyes upon reading the finished product).

In addition, in a vein completely unrelated to any of the above, I believe that if I were offered that one of my wishes be granted in this exact moment, I might squander the wish on a crab and sweet potato croquette, topped with the sort of plum and chili sauce that you get at Vien Huong. I must lack for orangeness in some way.

Challenge me?

I'm stealing this idea from kittenpants, in a way. It's something we do a lot, this trade-off of ideas that we then warp into something completely different according to our own predilections.

So, here's the thing. I'd like to do a series of short written pieces, mostly for the practice, but also so that I have something to do that will allow me to further put off the things I tell myself I am supposed to be writing. So, if you like, comment here and give me a topic, and I will write something about it, be it story, article, essay, etc. If you want, you can also suggest a genre or style to go with it, and I will make my best approximation of that style (warning: my poetry is quite, quite bad, so, while you are free to ask for poetry, I take no responsibility for any desire you may feel to spork out your eyes upon reading the finished product).

In addition, in a vein completely unrelated to any of the above, I believe that if I were offered that one of my wishes be granted in this exact moment, I might squander the wish on a crab and sweet potato croquette, topped with the sort of plum and chili sauce that you get at Vien Huong. I must lack for orangeness in some way.