So here’s what I’m thinking you’re thinking… I have either been run over by the Jeep, rolled the Jeep over, had some other sort of accident involving the Jeep and having the top down in the freezing cold, fallen in a hole wherein there is no internet service and (even worse) no laptop, broken my
“Mama?” His little voice quavered through the phone like he was talking through static. It wasn’t, though, it was tears. “Honey? Hi, honey! How are you?” I wasn’t sure yet, whether he was crying or not, just that I so rarely get a call from him, that I wanted to hold the phone to me
I had like three blogs planned out to write yesterday. Then I got sucked into three consecutive games of Age of Empires, and, well. I’m not kidding, four or five hours can go by in a snap. What’s the thing I wanted to talk about? Oh yes. Goodman is getting married.
This may not make sense unless you read the 100 miles intro and go from there. They were just words. Words. Letters strung together into words joined up to make paragraphs that said “I don’t want you anymore.” Words built up over weeks, months…words she couldn’t say, only write. And rewrite and perfect and recompose
I was thinking today about being in relationships, and what makes them work and what makes them fall apart. I reread some of the 100 Miles stuff tonight, and I was thinking about how I finished up right when the Kid was born. I didn’t continue with the rest of the story…one, because there wasn’t much drama