Stuff...

[kellifer]

Bleah. Stomach flu of badness over the last couple of days. It meant no work but I didn't feel well enough to enjoy it.

Yesterday I was better so I spent the day watching Firefly and Twilight and working on my Big Bang. Just on 13k now and it still feels like I'm walking through molasses to work on it but I have more hope than I did 2 days ago of finishing it.

I just hope it doesn't read as laboured as it feels to write.

Here's a snippet.

Sam is lying with a cool cloth over his eyes in the living room and Mary and Missouri Moseley are staring at each other over cups of coffee in the kitchen. Mary had taken one experimental sip and had been mostly unsurprised that it was half a sugar and a splash of milk, just like she preferred it.

“I’m sorry,” Missouri starts, casting a look at the hallway that leads to her living room. “I just assumed it was you.”

“What was me?”

“Who was shutting me out. A handful of people I’ve met over the years could do it without even realizing it. I wouldn’t have pushed so hard if I’d known Sam was… it was rude and I am sorry. Don’t know where my manners went.” She clucks her tongue. “Never met someone so young who was so strong.”

“Sam’s… gifted,” Mary says and Missouri looks back at her and grunts in assent.

“That much I could figure for myself."