Is it good or terrifying, I'm not sure
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cornerofmadnessTonight at the Union Diner where we have our Thursday nano write-in's, the waitress saw me, brought over a quarter box of splenda packets and put the entire coffee carafe on my table. I'm not sure how much MKF drank but I'm betting not much.
Also, she had to REFILL the carafe. This is why I have to keep a tight rein on my addictions. If I don't I just spin right out of control. Who needs stomach linings and sleep any how?
I wrote on all sorts of things but I'm now officially on the very last chapter of last year's nano, the demon hunter thing in the 1930s. Temple et al had things to say about the ending so I ran with it.
Nearly got creamed coming out of my driveway but the asshole who tried to use that opening in the highway to do a U turn without stopping or looking and then freezes up leaving me across two lanes of oncoming traffic.
This song came over the radio as I was driving home.
Boy did it take me back to Hot Springs SD to Yogi's bar. What a strange time, wonderous, scary and just bizarre. Yogi's was at the base of the monstrous hill the VA (and my housing) was and three of the medical residents would walk down 100 odd steps to get there. It was like Cheers. We'd come through the door and the buffalo burgers would go on the grill, the jalapeno poppers in the fryer and the pitcher on the table. And almost every night we were there, the whole bar would start singing this with the juke box. Imagine if you will a bar filled with cowboys, Lakota and medical personnel all swaying to the music, belting this out with a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the others (since almost everyone smoked. I've never been to a place that smoked more than SD in the early 90s). I think Yogi's is gone now but it lives forever in my memory. That and the odd way they had of drinking beer in Hot Springs, with olives in it like it was a martini.
nano snippet (okay technically it's last year's nano but roll with it). Astaroth is a demon prince. Astaroth touched you,” Jean said.
“I thought I was dead then too,” Temple said, the pounding in his head getting worse. “It didn't even hurt.” A momentary fear flashed through him. “Did he mark me or something?”
“Let me get this off of you and we'll check. Jean, help him sit up. He's like a rag doll here,” Jo said and to Temple's surprise, his brother complied. She eased his shirt and jacket off his shoulder, checking him out. “Nothing here but your usual freckles.”
“The demon could have hidden anything in those,” Jean said and Temple groaned.
“Why? Why do I get no respect?”
Also, she had to REFILL the carafe. This is why I have to keep a tight rein on my addictions. If I don't I just spin right out of control. Who needs stomach linings and sleep any how?
I wrote on all sorts of things but I'm now officially on the very last chapter of last year's nano, the demon hunter thing in the 1930s. Temple et al had things to say about the ending so I ran with it.
Nearly got creamed coming out of my driveway but the asshole who tried to use that opening in the highway to do a U turn without stopping or looking and then freezes up leaving me across two lanes of oncoming traffic.
This song came over the radio as I was driving home.
Boy did it take me back to Hot Springs SD to Yogi's bar. What a strange time, wonderous, scary and just bizarre. Yogi's was at the base of the monstrous hill the VA (and my housing) was and three of the medical residents would walk down 100 odd steps to get there. It was like Cheers. We'd come through the door and the buffalo burgers would go on the grill, the jalapeno poppers in the fryer and the pitcher on the table. And almost every night we were there, the whole bar would start singing this with the juke box. Imagine if you will a bar filled with cowboys, Lakota and medical personnel all swaying to the music, belting this out with a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the others (since almost everyone smoked. I've never been to a place that smoked more than SD in the early 90s). I think Yogi's is gone now but it lives forever in my memory. That and the odd way they had of drinking beer in Hot Springs, with olives in it like it was a martini.
nano snippet (okay technically it's last year's nano but roll with it). Astaroth is a demon prince. Astaroth touched you,” Jean said.
“I thought I was dead then too,” Temple said, the pounding in his head getting worse. “It didn't even hurt.” A momentary fear flashed through him. “Did he mark me or something?”
“Let me get this off of you and we'll check. Jean, help him sit up. He's like a rag doll here,” Jo said and to Temple's surprise, his brother complied. She eased his shirt and jacket off his shoulder, checking him out. “Nothing here but your usual freckles.”
“The demon could have hidden anything in those,” Jean said and Temple groaned.
“Why? Why do I get no respect?”
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Date: 2013-11-22 09:59 am (UTC)The bar sounds like a great, one of those places you dream will be around the corner from your house..
Love that everywhere you go theres a place that knows you and your order the minute you walk in..
intriguing snippet..
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Date: 2013-11-22 05:02 pm (UTC)It was. It's nice to have a "Cheers" like bar around.
Though it does suggest I'm predictable. All the mexican and chinese places know I'm 'No Rice" girl too.
thanks
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Date: 2013-11-22 03:01 pm (UTC)Yay for Temple talking about last year's NaNo. That's very cool.
I remember you playing that song for me before. Or us hearing it when we were driving somewhere.
Poor Temple and his freckles.
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Date: 2013-11-22 04:43 pm (UTC)It is since it's THIS close to being done. I need for it to be done by the end of this year so we can edit it and send it in for publication (crosses fingers)
probably heard it in the car or maybe at that bar we played darts at since it had a juke box
It's not easy to be the redheaded stepchild.
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Date: 2013-11-22 09:50 pm (UTC)Yes, that would be good, getting the story done and ready to go.
Who knows. I know I'd heard it before when I started playing it.
I KNOW, Temple, you have no idea how well I know that.
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Date: 2013-11-23 03:05 am (UTC)it was probably Wolfie's....that was the bar name right? The one near the alligator pit
It sucks - Temple
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Date: 2013-11-23 03:14 am (UTC)Wolfie's, yes, since I don't recall going to any other bars.
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Date: 2013-11-23 04:35 am (UTC)I doubt we did. I just wasn't sure if that was the name since there have been so many bars
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Date: 2013-11-22 05:05 pm (UTC)Club Tavern (Middleton) and Wonder bar (Rhinelander) were my bars in WI