Wow, that's good, Tep. And your dad is...like Timex Man or something...with the keeping-on-ticking, I mean.
Mal: Hell, this job I would pull for free. Zoe: Can I have your share? Mal: No. Zoe: If you die, can I have your share? Mal: Yes.
'The Train Job'
The Great Write Way
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
erikaj - Apr 30, 2004 2:40:29 pm PDT #4349 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
Steph L. - Apr 30, 2004 2:47:01 pm PDT #4350 of 10001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
The man is a brick, truly. It's a little amazing.
erikaj - Apr 30, 2004 2:49:05 pm PDT #4351 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
Yeah. Totally. Of course, my dad made me think acid stomach is fatal cause he carried on so much.
Deena - Apr 30, 2004 3:00:54 pm PDT #4352 of 10001
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara
Tep, that gave me shivers.
Connie Neil - Apr 30, 2004 3:01:20 pm PDT #4353 of 10001
brillig
God, Teppy. Your father, my husband. The day After this last surgery, they told Hubby to get up and move around. An hour later the techs were scrambling all over trying to find him, because he'd wandered off. He eventually strolled back, towing his IV stand. He'd been to visit the babies in the nursery. In another wing. On another floor. Lower back spinal fusion. Standard prognosis is he should be up to walking a block by now, four months later.
Is your father Scandinavian, Teppy? Apparently certain Nordic strains, like Hubby's, are insanely durable and require the repeated application of lead pipes to let them know something's wrong. Now, if I can just hide those damned lead pipes ...
Susan W. - Apr 30, 2004 4:02:03 pm PDT #4354 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
That's beautiful, Teppy, and reminds me a lot of my dad, survivor of a heart attack, colon cancer, and lung cancer, who in the month my parents were here transformed our backyard from a wilderness to a garden.
deborah grabien - Apr 30, 2004 10:55:28 pm PDT #4355 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Damn, Teppy. A lovely, lovely piece.
Steph L. - May 03, 2004 7:48:28 am PDT #4356 of 10001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
Monday means New Drabble Challenge!!!
This week's challenge puts you, once again, at the mercy of my brain stem.
Drabble challenge #4 is: Sleep. You know the drill. Anything goes, just try to keep it drabble length.
Go forth and drabble.
deborah grabien - May 03, 2004 7:58:36 am PDT #4357 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Sanctuary
In this place of symbol and silence, he's still alive.
Rain falls, but we stay dry. Nothing can touch us. Clouds move above us, going east to west, and patches of sunlight slide between the edges. The weather can't touch us, and everything's golden and misted and blurred.
In this perfect sanctuary of meaningless reality, he has no scars. His heart beats properly. There is no dust settling on the piano keys. He is still alive, and I've never been more alive.
Sunlight, the real thing, and it's morning.
I turn over, the bedsprings creaking, and fight to stay asleep.
Connie Neil - May 03, 2004 8:33:07 am PDT #4358 of 10001
brillig
Still mulling sleep.
For writers with kids, the book I have "I'd Rather Be Writing", by Marcia Golub, has a couple of chapters on things to try in order to fit writing around the demands of kids. I'd summarize, but I'm at work and propping the book up next to the computer might attract attention.