Between seasons 1 and 2 of Supernatural, I started a fic during church one summer morning. I had seen this older ragtop Caddy with the top down outside as I walked in, and I naturally started musing instead of listening to the boring sermon.
( tl;dr about the process of writing this fic )

So March 4 this year was pretty much like any other day. I didn’t do anything to acknowledge the anniversary.

I went to work then out with friends for drinks afterward. We gossiped and complained about work. You know, the usual. I didn’t call my dad and weep about how much I love him and how happy I am that he’s still alive.

Did I mention he’ ( Read more... )

This weekend, I had a chance to spend some quality time with my father, i.e., we were trapped together in a car for two hours, and he started talking about when he and Mama first got married.

Daddy was a bull rider, but not the kind you see on PBR with their namby-pamby vests and helmets. He earned his buckles back before those safety measures ( Read more... )

Three years ago, I sat in a mandatory session on customer service at work, learning how important it is to smile when you answer the telephone, because customers can hear that smile in your voice. I learned how to keep a mirror on my desk to make sure that smile is in place.

And every time we had a break, I ran out into the hall to make a frantic ( Read more... )