Spring is in the air around here, isn't it? (:

Good stuff on the drabbles. Enjoying them muchly.

Took everyone's advice on "Talking About the Weather,"and sent it on to the anthology editor with a few minor corrections. We'll see.

Victor, you're a wise man.

Astarte, whoa....

Ouch, ita.

Not sure about this next one. I kept editing, and it kind of didn't end up like I thought it would.

He’s sitting in his usual corner, wearing his usual suspenders, his white hair held in its perpetual Bryl-Creamed wave. You give your order to the kid behind the counter – one cheese pie, one pepperoni. You grab a soda from the case and wait at a table, drumming your fingers on the checked tablecloth.

The door opens. Another umbrella in the rack, and a trail of wet footprints to the back corner. The rhythm of their voices carries, but not the words. They leave, the old man shuffling through the wet tracks. The kid comes to the front. Your order’s ready.

OK, is anyone here capable of not writing a brilliant drabble in this week's theme?

OK, is anyone here capable of not writing a brilliant drabble in this week's theme?

Dunno. What exactly is the theme?

BTW, I have a standing appt on my palm pilot. An alarm that goes off at 10 PM every evening. The idea, when I set it 8 months ago was that it would remind me that I needed to write every day. If I hadn't done it by the time the alarm went off I was supposed to sit my ass down and write for an hour.

To say this commitment was honored more in the breach than the observance is to presume that it happened more than once. I don't recall that it did. But I left the alarm on anyway-to nag me, to shame me, to remind me that I needed to face the blank screen to do what I wanted to do. Still, I was avoidy girl.

Tonight, when the alarm went off, I sat down, and said "100 words".

It took the entire hour to find them. I know some people can write fast, but I am slooooooooooooow like a slow thing.

But I did them. And they're good. Not shit, like I always expect them to be. 100 words, and it ended with the promise of the next hundred.

Thanks, Teppy.

OK, is anyone here capable of not writing a brilliant drabble in this week's theme?

Give me time.

Here's Steph's original challenge for this week.

And I think we're allowed to write three each for each weekly challenge, right?

Good. I get another one. Woot!

an island built on the bones of the meteorologically unlucky.

I LOVE that. I don't know what it means, exactly, but it's so evocative. Reminds me of Galveston, or the Barrier Islands.