Author's Note

Hi there. This is where I'm going to be posting my writing, or at least the things that don't belong on my blog.

Here's the breakdown: The blog is (and always has been) non-fiction: true stories, personal asides, and musings about my life, my activities, or my ideas. In short: The blog = me.

On the other hand, this site, if all goes according to plan, will be where I post the rest of it -- i.e. fiction. Or things that are mostly fiction. Or partly fiction. Or things that might not be entirely fictional. You know, the things that I need to get out of my head by writing down, and will then pretend that they're fiction
, regardless of the degree of truth.

So, assume that nothing here is real. If you think it is, best keep that to yourself. (And if you think it's about you, well, just remember what Carly Simon said.)

And now, on with the show.

Thursday, January 17, 2013

Panic Mode

My head is pounding, my pulse is racing. I can't remember the last time I had a decent night's sleep. At least it's almost over. One more test, one last paper to turn in, and then I'm finished.

Until next semester. And the one after that. And the one after that....

STOP. Thinking about the future isn't in the schedule. Focus on the index cards. Focus. Focus!

Can't focus; I'm too tired. Maybe some coffee first, then back to the cards.

I can hear the clock ticking, wasting precious seconds. What time is it? Where does the time go?

I need to finish that paper. And study for the test. Then, vacation. I can almost feel the beach beneath my toes, hear the sound of the waves when I close my eyes.... 

NO. There's no time to sleep. Index cards. Paper. Focus! 

But first, another cup of coffee.

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For the Scriptic prompt exchange this week, Tara Roberts gave me this prompt: It's nothing a second cup of coffee won't cure.. I gave Michael this prompt: "The heart has its reason which reason knows nothing of." -- Blaise Pascal