For as long as I can remember, I have spent the time between going to bed and falling asleep imagining stories.

It probably started whenever my dad decided my sister and I were old enough to go to bed on our own; I suspect that I missed him reading to us, and filled in the silence with my own narration.

In elementary and middle school the stories I ( Read more... )

When I was little, I collected unicorns.

I don't myself remember the genesis of this collection; my earliest memories surrounding it are of looking for the statues at my father's tobacco store and having to be really, really careful when I dusted them, because many were made of glass.

My mother has told me it came from a series of nightmares I had. ( Read more... )

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It's a two-for-one today, because I need to finish this before November and NaNoWriMo!

Day 18: Your favorite birthday

I don't think I have a favorite here either. All of my birthdays have had their joys, but none of them has been totally positive. This is mostly because my birthday was always a big deal, which involved a big party and lots of ( Read more... )

Day 17: Your favorite memory

I don't think I have a favorite single memory. I have a couple classes of memory that I take out when I'm feeling down, but no one instant stands out.

The first class is memories of triumphs, but my particular sort of triumphs. I love it when I manage to encapsulate some concept so well that people around me just stop, ( Read more... )

Day 16: Your first kiss

Well, to start, it was my current BF and I was 19, so seven years ago now.

We had been on a couple dates, but since we were friends before that I wasn't entirely sure they WERE dates. I was on winter break from school in Chicago, and I was feeling pressured because I would be LEAVING in less than a WEEK, so one night after ( Read more... )

Day 15: Your childhood

Now that's just way too damn big.

I'll start by defining childhood as pre-puberty, so up to about age 10/11. Through 6th grade, say.

I was a planned baby; after spending the first 12 years of their married life doing fun stuff, my parents decided they were finally emotionally and financially ready to have kids and they conceived ( Read more... )

It is very late. I am very much unhappy. But my attempt to write a post about that degenerated into ridiculousness (by which I mean I got fed up with myself halfway through and deleted it) and there's no one to talk to, so I shall continue with the meme. Even though part of the reason I'm depressed is that answering all these questions has caused ( Read more... )

Meme, Day 08: A precious item

Hmmm. This one's hard. (Have I said that about every day so far?) I don't really *do* things. I mean, there's my writing, which I back up as much as I can, and I do have a tendency to try and document my life a bit (mainly by "bcc"ing myself on important emails, lol) but other than that pretty much the only stuff I own ( Read more... )

Day 07: Your best friend

And immediately we have the issue of who to talk about.

I mean, I have an oldest friend -- Daniel, who lived down the block from me when we were toddlers and who I built sofa forts with, and sidewalk caravans, and numerous LEGO contraptions. But though we've stayed in touch we haven't been close since I moved away in 6th ( Read more... )