May 26

Free Samples

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May 17

The Burning Times

The fires keep burning, and the rain stays away. Yesterday, we had a heavy haze of smoke. Nose, throat, and eye-burning stuff that permeated everything. We can still smell it today. I can only imagine what the people in South Georgia and North Florida are having to deal with. Just to put this in perspective, we are around 150 miles NNW of the Okefenokee Swamp, where the whole thing started.

There are few times in one’s life when you wish for a natural disaster, but we could really use a Tropical Storm right now.

On a personal note: I am feeling much better. The Lamictal is taking effect, and I am much calmer and less depressed. I have started writing again, which is a tremendous help and relief. I bought a Handspring Visor and keyboard on eBay for cheap, and that is really helping, as I can take it anywhere, set it up quickly, and type to my heart’s content. Maybe it’s not as good as a laptop, but it’ll do for me for now.

I’m trying to decide what to post for the Friday Snippet tomorrow. I’ll be late posting, as I’ll be out of town, but I’ll get something up later in the day. I’ve seen some really good stuff being posted. That motivates me to work harder to keep up.

May 11

Trying to Blog Again

i may not be very regular, but I’ll try. The first thing on my list is Holly‘s Friday Snippet meme. See her post for how to do the linking. She explains it a lot better than I could.

Here goes:

Snippet from A Momentary Lapse of Reality. It kind of fits in with what’s going on right now in my head.


Obvious dangers didn’t scare him so much. Car wrecks, storms, heart attacks, even disgruntled ex-co-workers with assault rifles — Bert could deal with them. Maybe he couldn’t protect himself from them completely, but at least he could see them, understand them. Real dangers didn’t scare him so much. The others did.Bert hated the things he could almost see. Those things that skittered away just before he saw them, the doors that closed just as he came around a corner, the noises he couldn’t quite hear — those things scared him breathless.

Not knowing was the worst part of all. Not knowing if they were real. Not knowing what they might be. Bert imagined tiny beasts with needle teeth and bloody claws, but he had no way to know for sure. They could be anything.

When Kathy stopped by his cubicle that Friday afternoon, he caught the movement of her yellow blouse out of the corner of his eye. His neck prickled, and adrenaline lifted him a couple of inches out of his chair, then plopped him back down.

“Jeez, Bert! Am I really that scary?”

Bert laughed with her and dried his hands on his pants leg. “Oh, Lord, Kathy. You are them most excitingly unscary girl, I mean woman, I’ve ever known.” He only wished. Those words would never pass his lips, though. No need to ask for rejection. Plenty enough of that going around already.

He did manage to squeeze out a squeaky “Just keyed up. Weather, you know.”

“Yeah. Thunderstorms in tornado season make everybody nervous. Hey, you got any plans tonight?”

“Not really.” Hope and terror turned his brain to oatmeal. He focused on her nose. Those green eyes were just too intense, and he dared not even glance at the way her blouse stretched in the front.

“A bunch of us are going to the Braves game. You should come along.”

A bunch. What a sad relief. Not that he had any real hope that she would ever ask him out. God knows he would not make the first move. What would he do if he were ever alone with a girl, woman, like Kathy, anyway? Probably have a heart attack. Or a stroke. Or shit in his pants. Or make such a complete ass of himself that he would never be able to go back to work. Endless possibilities, none of them good.

“Yeah, sounds like fun. Meet you at the stadium?”

“Great. About 6:30.”

As she walked away, Bert imagined the sway of her hips, the swishing of her pantyhose. Movement flashed on top of the cubicle wall just beyond his peripheral vision. He whirled and almost saw it. The cold steel worms that lived in his belly writhed and knotted.

Kathy tittered a few cubes away, and his face burned. What a loser! Who wouldn’t laugh? He tried to concentrate on his work, but it didn’t help. It never did.