Yeah, I cut myself up pretty good. And I had a honker of a bruise on one arm and I had to be mostly naked in Pippin the next week and the director was fit to be tied and, ok now I'm rambling.

Maybe it's time for me to lay some of these years out on paper, because it seems like I'm going back to them a lot more of late.

Lilty, considering that my entire midlife meltdown has been both eviscerated for public consumption in the form of drabbles, and forced under my own nose to recover using the same form, I am all about the revisiting of years.

But why was I under the impression you were a youngster? From my creaking 50-year-old seat, that is?

Oh, I am. Somewhat. "Re-visit" may be the wrong terminology, but there were a lot of things that happened a few years back that I never really dealt with, as sitting down and shutting up is usually my way. Now, I feel like writing down all the stuff I never said.

And to me, things that happened five years ago feel like they happened fifteen ago.

Oh, I wasn't dissing, not the age, not the time line, not the experience. I did what I expect will be the great crammed-in bulk of my living before I was about 23. I'm still trying to recover some of the stuff from those years.

Writing is a good, good thing.

Huh. I'm rewriting the first scene that's in Anna's POV. It feels like she should break into "Going Through the Motions" at any moment now.

I wonder if I'm overdoing the misery.

connie, will you send me the thing in the body of an email? I'll C&P to Word, and send as an attachment to Deb. I'd love to read it, too, if you're willing to let me.

Beta, beta, anyone up for a quick beta?

Susan, send. It may be a bit later on, though, if that's OK.

Insent, Deb.

I did what I expect will be the great crammed-in bulk of my living before I was about 23.

Is it bad that I get this feeling and I'm only two years removed? And, even if this wasn't the most of it, I feel like I've been emotionally hung over from it ever since, and am just starting to come out of it and crave more living.

And now I'm sleepy and comfy and nonsensical, so I'll turn in. (And Deb, don't worry, I certainly didn't think you were dissing!)

I'm going to try to be better about doing my drabbles, because they are precisely the kick in the ass I need right now.