At work today this song was playing at least five times. Contrary to the usual, for the first part of the day they had the Tracy Chapman CD playing over and over without any other discs in rotation. Every time that "Fast Car" came on, it made me think of Heavenly, and our history. I remember when I first heard this song. I've never been into ( Read more... )

Yesterday I managed to start writing again. It wasn't much. Heavenly came home from work right as I got into the right place to start writing seriously. So I didn't accomplish much. But it was something. And to-night I transcripted something I had written by hand a while ago, for a scene coming up close after what I'm currently working on. So ( Read more... )

She sleeps softly, deeply in the other room. Memories flow, like whisps of sand in a steady current, like fragments of dead leaves in a gentle autumn wind: she is asleep in the bedroom through the gaudy painted door, up the dusty stairs, through a dark narrow hallway and past the door that was broken off its frame; asleep in the attic bedroom, on ( Read more... )