Happy birthdays to rosewildeirish!!!!!!!!!!

The Okefenokee is a place of splendid solitude, I told her, and it is a place you can stop speaking, breathe, and hear nothing but the sound of the trees living, and the wind and the birds, and the odd sounds that The Swamp will give you, but never noise. It is a place where time ceases to exists, and where cell phones do not work. It is a place ( Read more... )

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Someone I have friended (ETA: [personal profile] sid) just posted that LiveJournal has turned on automatic payments on her account (for the LJ itself and for icons) and that she's never had automatic payments, so it's not like she accidentally did it herself and forgot ( Read more... )

If there is ever some weird Mayan Apocalypse the people of America are going to be ready. Every weekend since Thanksgiving we have practiced for it. And now, in the last week, preparations for the end of the world have been in full swing. America is ready for anything and everything. The Four Horsemen might as well be selling rides for a quarter ( Read more... )

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I’ll just lie down for a moment, I told myself after supper, and then I’ll get up and do some writing, and make a couple of phone calls, and… ZAP! there is nothing like unexpected sleep to kick off weird dreams. I feel ambushed, sort of, because I never nap, or rarely so. But there I was in Albany Georgia and I was going to a party of sorts and all ( Read more... )

The first artist I fell in love with was a paint artist and the attraction between us was as strong as it was mutual as it was forbidden. Jo was a very complex woman with conflicting sides of her persona constantly at war with some other side. She was married and she felt like her marriage was ordained by God, and that her personal feelings didn’t ( Read more... )

It was an odd smell, some weird flavored incense, to be coming from a human being. The man in front of me at the grocery store smelled strange. Don’t get me wrong here; I don’t fault people who smell like they work for a living. In the middle of Summer in South Georgia hard working men and women are going to smell like they work for a living and ( Read more... )

I didn’t sleep well at all last night so I called in today. Insomnia and I are well acquainted and I know better than to go to work tired, bitchy, and longing for sleep. I started writing at five in the morning and took a break at nine to go get a biscuit and some air. I knew Frank was ailing, and had been. Frank is at least nine years old, which ( Read more... )

Sandusky's Folly

Is that a hard question for most people? It’s an easy question for me to answer because no, I am not sexually attracted to underage boys. See? That was simple. Not only that, I’m not attracted to underage girls. Scotch is the only thing on earth that can be twelve years old and satisfying. But I could tell you that if you asked. I ( Read more... )