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dragonlady7I wrote something.
So it's only 100 words; it's a start. First composition in over a month, and the first time I've written these characters in over a year I think.
Sigh, rather a modest start. But, something, after all.
She lay with her face to the wall, her heartbeat a thready throbbing in her left breast crushed against the pillow as she caught her breath. Her first two fingers found their way to her throat under the jaw, sandwiched against her other arm, and she tried for a moment to count her pulse until she realized that without a timepiece it was moot.
His hand found its way unexpectedly into the place between her ribs and hip, the depression that fit it so perfectly, and his breath was warm against her shoulder blade. "Mm," he sighed, "Laureleai," but she didn't answer, as she knew he didn't expect one.
In other news, post-midnight accumulated thoughts:
Sleep has cured headache best. Am largely pain-free at the moment. Scotch helped, but a good thorough zonk in the dark with my fearless Z not far away seems to have been the cure. Also, perhaps, thirty ounces of water helped, although it's not like i didn't spend most of the day drinking water.
didn't wash my face before bed. Expensive Lancome mascara (acquired as a 'gift' with their crack-samples that lure you in) is still on eyelashes, not on face. Astounding.
also didn't remove earrings-- amazing how being really tired and cranky and in pain can convince one to sleep even with giant dangly earrings on, but they're surprisingly comfortable. Am too worried about losing the backs in the dark to remove them now.
the dimmer thingy on this computer doesn't go dim enough, but sunglasses help. Yes, I am wearing sunglasses and nothing else to use my laptop in bed with the lights out at -- is it 3 am yet? Yes. This is why I must be a writer-- I am just so glamorous and dedicated. I think my first author photo should be me naked in bed in sunglasses in the dark crouched over my laptop like some demented sort of Gollum creature. (I suppose it depends on what genre I'm published in. The Lancome mascara just adds to the glamor, I think. And oh yes-- the dangly earrings.)
So it's only 100 words; it's a start. First composition in over a month, and the first time I've written these characters in over a year I think.
Sigh, rather a modest start. But, something, after all.
She lay with her face to the wall, her heartbeat a thready throbbing in her left breast crushed against the pillow as she caught her breath. Her first two fingers found their way to her throat under the jaw, sandwiched against her other arm, and she tried for a moment to count her pulse until she realized that without a timepiece it was moot.
His hand found its way unexpectedly into the place between her ribs and hip, the depression that fit it so perfectly, and his breath was warm against her shoulder blade. "Mm," he sighed, "Laureleai," but she didn't answer, as she knew he didn't expect one.
In other news, post-midnight accumulated thoughts:
Sleep has cured headache best. Am largely pain-free at the moment. Scotch helped, but a good thorough zonk in the dark with my fearless Z not far away seems to have been the cure. Also, perhaps, thirty ounces of water helped, although it's not like i didn't spend most of the day drinking water.
didn't wash my face before bed. Expensive Lancome mascara (acquired as a 'gift' with their crack-samples that lure you in) is still on eyelashes, not on face. Astounding.
also didn't remove earrings-- amazing how being really tired and cranky and in pain can convince one to sleep even with giant dangly earrings on, but they're surprisingly comfortable. Am too worried about losing the backs in the dark to remove them now.
the dimmer thingy on this computer doesn't go dim enough, but sunglasses help. Yes, I am wearing sunglasses and nothing else to use my laptop in bed with the lights out at -- is it 3 am yet? Yes. This is why I must be a writer-- I am just so glamorous and dedicated. I think my first author photo should be me naked in bed in sunglasses in the dark crouched over my laptop like some demented sort of Gollum creature. (I suppose it depends on what genre I'm published in. The Lancome mascara just adds to the glamor, I think. And oh yes-- the dangly earrings.)
