A Bittersweet Christmas

The godfather of soul is dead.

Good night, James Brown.

You and your dodgy hip shall be sorely missed.

Back to Graveyard...

It's because I can't take all the people and the massive call intake anymore I begged to go back on third shift.




...not really. I'm going to miss second shift, but third shift has way more freedom, and the fifty-cent differential's not bad either. It's only temporary again, until Jelinda has her baby. But since I'm basically at work all the time I don't really have a chance to spend all my money. (Which is fine by me. I need to save up for classes in spring. Yay for being behind schedule. >_>)

Not Even Fair

Okay, I'm back on my normal schedule except for one little minor detail- I can't sleep.

Well, I can physically sleep. For four hours. I think it was three the other day. But at work I was nearly falling asleep on my keyboard from boredom, lack of calls, and sheer exhaustion. Getting home might've been a problem if Tarrith hadn't called me with a nifty excursion of creativity to explore later. (When it happens, I'll tell more.)

I could really use a suggestion for a knock-me-out method besides a hot toddy.

Maybe it has to do with the moon.

Last night I was walking back inside the building after moving my car from a disturbingly unlit part of the lot to a closer spot so I wouldn't have to walk so far at the end of my shift. After all, I thought that the cold air might wake me up, as the soda I'd had didn't have nearly enough caffine to make a dent in my resistance. So there I am, crossing the lot when there's a shower if silver light that spreads across the parking lot, beginning somewhere from my left-hand side.

Sure enough, I look left, and up, and there's the saucer-sized moon peeking out from a hole in the translucent clouds.

Either the moon attacked me, or the lack of sleep is making me hallucinate.

Never the Time and the Place

Never the time and the place
And the loved one all together!
This path--how soft to pace!
This May -- what magic weather!
Where is the loved one's face?
In a dream that loved one's face meets mine,
But the house is narrow, the place is bleak
Where, outside, rain and wind combine
With a furtive ear, if I strive to speak,
With a hostile eye at my flushing cheek,
With a malice that marks each word, each sign!
O enemy sly and serpentine,
Uncoil thee from the waking man!
Do I hold the Past
Thus firm and fast
Yet doubt if the Future hold I can?
This path so soft to pace shall lead
Thro' the magic of May to herself indeed!
Or narrow if needs the house must be,
Outside are the storms and strangers: we
Oh, close, safe, warm sleep I and she.
I and she!

~~ Robert Browning


Someone dropped it on a private message in Yahoo books and lit. It made me happy, so I'm putting it here...

Next year...

Next year, when I do Script Frenzy, no matter what else is going on in my life, I will do it.

Because it's just too close to my main passion.

Just like I'm too far into Fallen to give up at 10,900+ words. Giving up is easy. Making a novel that you care too much for to let go of- priceless.

For a novel in a month, there's NaNoWriMo.
For everything else, there's life.