Kristin, that is a truthful poem, and one with power. Thanks for sharing it.

(Also? Coincidentally is misspelled.)

Bev, thanks. I just double-checked, though, and it looks like actually either spelling is considered correct.

Rassenfrassen outdated antiquated dictionary! Mine, I mean.

It was, for want of a better word, Monday. It came upon her with no warning, if you didn't count the utter Sundayness of the day before. Which she didn't. It was Monday in her every gesture - the choice of too-awkward shoes (but they matched the skirt), the loose fastening of her travel mug lid (the coffee wasn't that hot anymore), and the fumbling for the cellphone as she ran down her steps.

She slammed into him much as the day had hit her, unavoidably.

"2C, right? Blue Honda Accord?" The coffee dripped from his face onto a ruined shirt.

Heh. ita has the fateful encounters down.

Kristin, dayum.

Now I want to know what other singer-songwriters have been proposed.

Bob Dylan, Bruce Springsteen, several others. I'm not a Dylan fan, uch, but I've already told him I dibs "When I Paint My masterpiece".

I should probably poke Jay Lake and Mike Brotherton about the clowns anthology. I flat-out forgot about it, after I submitted it. Since I share an agent with Jay Lake, I will proceed with the poking.

in this waiting room we sit between two selves

Kristin, I love this line.

This is probably not the place for it, but the whole discussion on autobiographical fateful encounters and the recognizing them as such at the time made me think of it. So I went back and looked. Obviously, it's not a drabble, however in order for it to not be completely off-topic, I edited to get the word count to under 100, even though only 17 of these are my own (and the number is not on purpose, even though it's me). It started as completely innocent banter, and I think I was the last person to realize when it changed to something else, even though my life was the one affected by it.

- I thought of you today. I went to Canter's for lunch and it was all very kosher.

- Was it tasty there? I need to know for whenever it is I'll get to visit LA

- How hard is travel to the U.S. from Israel?

- Oh! Pick me! I know the answer! A very long flight, customs, a ticket (2 grand, prolly), and then we'd all take turns feeding our Nilly and putting her up for the night. Kristen suggested we take up a collection. I'm in.

- If Buffistas raise half, I'll pony up the other half to get her here.

Nilly, that is a prime example. I even called it "that fateful night" when I discovered those posts a month or so ago and linked them in F2F.

Wuh oh. It's a bad sign when Nilly's awake and I haven't yet gone to sleep.

ita, I love that drabble. This line:

It came upon her with no warning, if you didn't count the utter Sundayness of the day before.

Nilly, I am going to write about that conversation, too, though from a different perspective! It changed my life profoundly, too!

Nilly, thessaly composes found poems from googling a word or phrase. The way in which you composed your fateful encounter drabble puts me in mind of that. Beautiful.

Kristin, that's really something else. I'm too full of gronk to go on, except to say the same line that struck Nilly also struck me.

erika, your drabble made me cry, and not in the 'poor thing' way, either. I'm not sure why, actually. I think maybe it's because I lost two childhood friends (brothers) to hemophilia. Well, actually, I lost them to AIDS related illness, but...well...anyhow, crying now. Also? Need more coffee. Also? Don't want to take Christopher to Story Time at the library today, but I really should.

I wish we could've gotten together more...fought crime. "He's a litigator with a clotting disorder. She's a brain-damaged journalism student with delusions of grandeur. But together they fight corporate crime." You know, for those people that don't think Batman & Robin are fucked-up enough.