The "Bends"
I was upstairs, trying to go to sleep (early morning meeting ... 7:30, blech) but just didn't feel right about leaving the waking world without noting my day. I think it was Ben Franklin who mentioned something about a day without review is a lost day, or something like that.
I've had better days, I'll be honest about that. It started out well-enough, still pleasant hung over from the night before. But it dropped somewhere after the morning passed. My heart got slapped around some, not maliciously, but slapped around just the same. That took quite a bit of the wind from my sails. I left work early to hit Barnes & Noble to do some writing. Lost two hours in between the time I left work and the time I arrived at B&N. In between work calls and the emotions that were on my mind, I managed to squeeze out another 1,000 or so words. I made a "comfort" purchase of a book on writing by Norman Mailer (one of the most genius authors of this, or any other century) called "The Spooky Art". I've got to finish Eryk's first draft of "Just Slightly South of the North" before I'll allow myself to read it though.
The melancholy stayed with me throughout the evening and I wished I had shaken it off before calling to say goodnight. I didn't. The conversation paid for it as a result I think. Sometimes, I don't know when to just let go. To just say, "You know what honey, I really don't have much to say," and ring off with an easy goodnight. Instead I try to stay the course and wind up saying something stupid while filling the awkward silences. No real damage done I suppose, but I feel edgy just the same. It's funny, all the words in the world can't do what a simple hug could.
All in all, it was a day I probably could have done without. I know that's not the "mature" thing to think, but I guess I'm not alone in those thoughts. We've all had days that seemed like kind of a wash, and we all go to bed (as I will in a moment) with hope for better things tomorrow.
Chapter Six--"Therapy"
This is the chapter where we bring the hero and villain together for the first time. We as readers know how bad this could turn out, but the poor characters have no clue. Thus, the building of suspension I guess, though it's hard not to feel bad for them sometimes. ;)
Word Count: 30,648
The melancholy stayed with me throughout the evening and I wished I had shaken it off before calling to say goodnight. I didn't. The conversation paid for it as a result I think. Sometimes, I don't know when to just let go. To just say, "You know what honey, I really don't have much to say," and ring off with an easy goodnight. Instead I try to stay the course and wind up saying something stupid while filling the awkward silences. No real damage done I suppose, but I feel edgy just the same. It's funny, all the words in the world can't do what a simple hug could.
All in all, it was a day I probably could have done without. I know that's not the "mature" thing to think, but I guess I'm not alone in those thoughts. We've all had days that seemed like kind of a wash, and we all go to bed (as I will in a moment) with hope for better things tomorrow.
Chapter Six--"Therapy"
This is the chapter where we bring the hero and villain together for the first time. We as readers know how bad this could turn out, but the poor characters have no clue. Thus, the building of suspension I guess, though it's hard not to feel bad for them sometimes. ;)
Word Count: 30,648
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