Miscellanea
Jan. 2nd, 2007 10:34 amHello, 2007. Goodbye, vacation. I guess that means I should write something today.
My mother-in-law gave us a food processor for Christmas. The power of salsa is now mine. Last night it was avocado salsa--next, the wholesale slaughter of innocent tomatos.
It's important to put the coffee in the filter before turning on the coffee maker.
I appear to have the beginning of a new story, about a character who won't tell me her name.
The fairy girl woke to darkness. She had woken to darkness every day for three years, ever since the Queen of Thorns stole her eyes, but this was different.
Nightmares clung to her like spidersilk, and she shook her head to clear them. The smell of blood and smoke lingered, no dream-memory this time. Screams echoed beyond her room. She groped across her wide cold bed till her fingers met fur, and clutched her bear close.
"Hubero," she whispered in his moth-worn ear, "what's happening?"
Is it just my lack of coffee, or is switching out you LJ user-name unnecessarily complicated?
My mother-in-law gave us a food processor for Christmas. The power of salsa is now mine. Last night it was avocado salsa--next, the wholesale slaughter of innocent tomatos.
It's important to put the coffee in the filter before turning on the coffee maker.
I appear to have the beginning of a new story, about a character who won't tell me her name.
The fairy girl woke to darkness. She had woken to darkness every day for three years, ever since the Queen of Thorns stole her eyes, but this was different.
Nightmares clung to her like spidersilk, and she shook her head to clear them. The smell of blood and smoke lingered, no dream-memory this time. Screams echoed beyond her room. She groped across her wide cold bed till her fingers met fur, and clutched her bear close.
"Hubero," she whispered in his moth-worn ear, "what's happening?"
Is it just my lack of coffee, or is switching out you LJ user-name unnecessarily complicated?