Gleep, Sail.
I couldn't touch my father. I didn't want to feel the cold. Maybe I was afraid he'd twitch. All I knew was that I was utterly willing to throw an absolute fit if someone told me to kiss him good-bye.
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Gleep, Sail.
I couldn't touch my father. I didn't want to feel the cold. Maybe I was afraid he'd twitch. All I knew was that I was utterly willing to throw an absolute fit if someone told me to kiss him good-bye.
I was thinking today that I really wished I had kissed my mother one more time. And this drabble is exactly why I didn't. I knew damn well if I touched her one more time I would never want to let her go. So, fear, it holds us back, but sometimes it's good to be afraid.
How old were you when you lost your mother, Sail? I was 19 when my father died.
She died in 2002, connie, when I was 45. She would have been 83 this month.
Oh, Sail. That one hits hard.
My father would have been 87.
Much ~ma to your friend Deb. Scleroderma is an awful disease.
I've been doing some research for Afterwards (my post-NFA fic), and I decided to use Windsor as a location. So I decided to hit the net to see what might be some cool features about Windsor. Lo and behold, I find a whole lot of stuff about leylines and such. Perfect!
I am greatly impressed with my subconscious and it's ability to find the perfect thing to slot into a story. I'm not sure if I have a terrific subconscious plot hook sorting system or if I'm just lucky.
Hooray! I got my notes! It's not so bad as I thought, too.
Allyson, that's wonderful!
(oooh, I wonder. Since you got your notes, does this mean I'll finally get the feedback notes from my agent? Gosh, that would be nice.)
But of course they're not as bad as you thought. Because you're far, far too hard on yourself.