Surgery
I won't be around much of Christmas break, unfortunately, I'll be recovering from surgery in the hospital. I'm going in on the 23rd (next tuesday) for the surgery, and I'll be in the hospital for 2-5 days (closer to 5 most likely) recovering. I'll be in Children's Hospital, and the guy who is operating on me is the same guy that operated on the kid who was shot by the sniper, so I guess I'm in good hands. A couple people have promised they would visit, which makes me happy :).
I should be working, considering I have to do some homework for someone else too, but I'm feeling rather lethargic at the moment. Hanukah starts tomorrow though, which is cool.
Here's an excerpt from my book, tell me what you think.
On the ship there were no sounds except for the creaking of the sails and ropes, with the time bells chiming eerily in the darkness every half hour. Trainik leaned across the railing of the quarterdeck, looking out across the blackness of the Astral Plane, seeing in the distance small pinpricks of light, the stars that were above, below, and to all sides of the craft. Behind were two other smaller craft, but to these his attention did not stray. He had been sitting there for an hour or more, thinking and watching.
The suns would rise in a few hours time, but for now he basked in the beautiful darkness, remembering. . . always remembering, looking to the past. The weight of his memories was crushing him, he was tired of living, because with him were always the memories. Of friends leaving him, of trust betrayed, of love lost. He could never escape the memories, try as he might. Sleep was no refuge for him, the dreams came even more vividly than his memories. He was gripped by the sudden compulsion to simply let go the railing, and to fall. . . fall forever, into bliss and death, for they were one to him.
I should be working, considering I have to do some homework for someone else too, but I'm feeling rather lethargic at the moment. Hanukah starts tomorrow though, which is cool.
Here's an excerpt from my book, tell me what you think.
On the ship there were no sounds except for the creaking of the sails and ropes, with the time bells chiming eerily in the darkness every half hour. Trainik leaned across the railing of the quarterdeck, looking out across the blackness of the Astral Plane, seeing in the distance small pinpricks of light, the stars that were above, below, and to all sides of the craft. Behind were two other smaller craft, but to these his attention did not stray. He had been sitting there for an hour or more, thinking and watching.
The suns would rise in a few hours time, but for now he basked in the beautiful darkness, remembering. . . always remembering, looking to the past. The weight of his memories was crushing him, he was tired of living, because with him were always the memories. Of friends leaving him, of trust betrayed, of love lost. He could never escape the memories, try as he might. Sleep was no refuge for him, the dreams came even more vividly than his memories. He was gripped by the sudden compulsion to simply let go the railing, and to fall. . . fall forever, into bliss and death, for they were one to him.