Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!

Found this in a horror novel, of all places, but it is the best description I’ve ever seen…

It was a strange feeling to lose your parents. It was the kind of deep, enveloping pain that only came with truly life-altering loss, but at the same time it was accompanied by a degree of emotional liberation. Being without parents was like taking the stabilisers off a bike; both exhilarating and frightening. It was the final challenge on the road to becoming a true adult, beholden to no one but oneself.—Iain Rob Wright (The Picture Frame: A Horror Novel)

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OK. So Harry and Draco won’t let me go.

I decided to stop rewriting the shorter story with Draco’s POV. We see so much of Harry, that I figure Draco’s redemption is better seen through his eyes. So, two full works done. Two full works to edit… And I’m still itching to write MORE Drarry.

What. The. Actual. Fuck.

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I found this and it made me wonder what is wrong with people. The fucking feels! (But again, I’m apparently a sucker for Slytherins and redemption.)

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Something like 6+ FEET of snow outside, and its creating havoc at work because I won’t drive in when a State of Emergency is declared. Today it was business back to normal and I knew I should have turned around and come home, but I trusted that the roads would be OK… I almost got in what could have been a fatal car crash.

I’m fine. Honest. Not a scratch.

The accident never happened.

I’m really surprised that NOBODY got hurt, no damaged cars, nothing…

I’m assuming this is because my boss is tight with Dog and is praying that my ass can make it into work because we’re so far behind and all these snow days aren’t helping.