I felt a bit like the guy at a coffee house I used to frequent in my younger days who would get up to the mic every week and yell "Bitch, I want my records back!" and then sit back down.

Bwah!

Not only is it all about writing, I'd say the lighter stuff is a needed counterbalance to some of the heavier stuff.

"Pick a metaphor, Mom...." Oh, dear.

Well, some of mine have been fanfic in the past. Don't worry about it. I'm just thinking of escape a lot right now.

felt a bit like the guy at a coffee house I used to frequent in my younger days who would get up to the mic every week and yell "Bitch, I want my records back!" and then sit back down.

Stop writing about me!

looks around nervously

Never mind.

But it's not been the same since she took my Tina Turner "Private Dancer."

Kalshane, I read your drabble and thought, "God damn, I miss D&D." Hubby's roped me into his miniature battles gaming, but nothing beats the visceral rush of rolling that natural 20 that means your back-against-the-wall sorta-hero just single-handedly saved the world.

Where's my character sheets? Where's my dice? Hell, where's my DM shield, I miss the joy of half a dozen grown-ups staring at me in dread while I rattle a handful of dice that will decide their fates.

Maybe I should become a dominatrix, or something. I seem to enjoy playing with people.

Escape

By this time, the damp has spread past the growing hole in the roof, past the stains on the ceiling and the wrinkling walls, and into the air itself. It finally comes to rest in musty book spines, clammy pillowcases and chilly silence. The landlord blusters about his plans for fresh paint and new countertops, steering his prospects away from the visible rot, and yet we say nothing: it's no longer our home.

Tomorrow, a new house, dry and sound and solid, a safe haven for dreams. The old house will have to find its own way to get away.

Fuckin' A, these are some great drabbles!

Kalshane, I was thinking about writing about gaming also, fwiw.

OK a piece of nonfiction:

The U.S. invaded Iraq to free it? While Saddam's old torture pits are filled with screams again ... While women are hacked to death for daring to love without their father's permission, for daring to walk without a veil or male relative... While journalists are murdered for daring to write what someone, anyone doesn't like. Insurgent or occupier - displease them and you die anyone. For most Iraquis there is no escape from 'freedom.' Thanks to the occupation, in Iraq an old Kris Kristofferson song has finally come true: “Freedom’s just another word for nothin’ left to lose”.

"God damn, I miss D&D."

I miss D&D, too. In theory, I'm currently involved in a game, but the DM has cancelled something like 7 out the last 10 times we were supposed to play, so it sure doesn't feel like it.

Hell, where's my DM shield, I miss the joy of half a dozen grown-ups staring at me in dread while I rattle a handful of dice that will decide their fates.

Reminds me of the time my DM (same guy, different campaign where we actually played regularly) was rolling for damage against my character and had added a bunch of blank dice to the pile just to screw with me. It sounded like he was rolling a half-ton of them at once and I got really nervous.

Kalshane, I was thinking about writing about gaming also, fwiw.

It was one the first things that popped into my head when I thought about "escape".

Fuckin' A, these are some great drabbles!

Seconded.

Wow, I love it when a topic causes folks to pull out all the stops. I had an idea this morning with no time to play and I'm not sure I want to go revisit it now. My mood has changed and I think I would feel more than a tad melodramatic to write it now. Epiphanies suck for writing upon occasion. Turns a perfectly good idea into chopped liver.