Well in the Hammer house you've just finished your first pint so the vaguest hint of the corners of your mouth turning up in a smile, and a teaspoon of helium pushing up on the cranium
If you read a lot and live a life full of authentic material. I just lost my mother. Not fast nor easy way. I have been facing something more stressing than that for nearly 4 weeks. I will be facing that for some weeks or months. My head can hold this but my body can't. Heart goes like Ginger Baker. Sleeping? I have no time nor creativity at all just now. And still I think I should be writing - not organising funerals or... But I'm not. But I will when I can. And my draft will become a book. And it will be good! (If my heart does not fail.)
You're on your third pint now. You're watching Big Bang Theory - it's an episode where everyone dresses up for Halloween, and you're finding it quite funny... You are feeling pleasantly relaxed and glad that you didn't go out after all. A cup-full of helium has pressed up on your cranium, but some of those bits of your brain that you quite value - the cognitive and analytical parts - are shutting down for the night. You are considering a chaser. Oh the woe of alcohol!
Hi @Alan Aspie - that sounds shite. This time last year I thought my mum was done - she asked me to come visit because "she didn't want to die alone". Amazingly she made a full recovery but she's a few weeks off 95 so there's a certain inevitability... Saying our goodbyes - as we did - has been strangely cathartic and I probably get on better with her than I ever did. She is my mum, I love her, I shall miss her when the she goes, but we have achieved a certain peace and understanding. I wish you peace, comprehension, rest, and tranquility.
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Pretty much just as I remember, I think. There were three of everything. I just grabbed for the middle. I appreciate your sacrifice on my behalf. Recover well, mate.
You are a writer if you write something ... anything... and look at it and say, "Hey, that's not half bad!" If you look at it later and see room for improvement, well, that may put you on the road to being a better writer, but it's not necessary. All you need to do right now is look at it with pride as you say, "I wrote this."
