Dear Dear Diary
Tuesday, July 05, 2005
 
Ogasms are like fireworks. None are ever completely the same, although some times the feelings are similar, comfortable, and sparkly. And every now and then, something new and beautiful is seen and felt, and the world just seems a lighter, brighter place with a bang.

We watch the fireworks from the porch, Frank and I, sitting perhaps too far apart. I have Tony on the radio, and he has a beer to which he is paying more attention than the shiny things above. It is a still and peaceful night, but you can hear the rumbles from the park in the distance. I am thinking how easy it would be to shoot someone on the fourth of July- no one would ever hear the sounds amidst the fireworks. Even some neighbors a street or three over are shooting rockets, so I am enjoying a layered effect of shine. I like watching on the porch, instead of crammed in the park and jostled and dogs and police searching for booze and drugs. It's just me and Frank and Tony and the pretty sparkly things.

I fetch him another beer, and wonder where I can fetch a gun. I used to shoot, years ago. Hold your breath and lean into the cool steel barrel, line up the sights and sqeeze. I just never wanted to shoot anything that moved.

I like the fireworks. I like the ones that branch and shoot off echoes of the first explosion, like ripples intersecting ripples in a pond when I skip a rock across. Fireworks are pretty.
 
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This rather schizophrenic blog was started as a fictional blog, written by a character of a story. I've since taken it over for writing personal stuff I don't mind sharing with anyone who cares. I am also writing thoughts about writing and stories that move me.


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Not Your Mama's Crafters
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It's just this blog, okay? Some of it is story. Some of it is animals. Some of it is knitting. It's a blog.

For story #1, I do recommend starting from the beginning of this blog if you haven't read this before. Please start at the beginning.

I did mean it to be for http://www.nanowrimo.org - but I never got quite got it done under the wire.

CAST:
Jeannie is the author/main character.
Frank is her husband. Poor man.
Tony is musician/singer.
Angie is a teenager, who was Jeannie's best friend. Now currently dead.
Honestly, there is no connection between Jeannie and me and Frank and my husband.

Story #2
Frank and Ether. This will be much weirder than Frank and Jeannie. I like the name Frank. No one expects a Frank to lie.

Story #3
A desert story. Anna is the main character. Currently there is only her little brother and an old servant, and a mysterious redhead.

Story #4
The necro story. A young necromancer heads off to the Hated Ones to find her trousseau.

Story X
Reserving this for one-offs, poems, etc.


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