I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Wednesday, July 4, 2007

Daddy's Little Girl

First draft is done. Well, first draft and a once through for edits (online). Word count = 1493.

"She doesn't call often anymore, being busy with her own death. I carry the monitor around with me, just in case she needs to talk. In case she needs me, as I need her."

Firecrackers are going off all around. It's in celebration of my first draft. :)

3 comments:

Camille Alexa said...

Nice going, Steve! You sound very productive.

Steve Buchheit said...

Well, I ran out of things to procrastinate with.

So either I need to keep up with those procrastination endevors to we keep the level down, or I need to find better procrastination habits. I guess I could also try and work actual writing in as part of the procrastination routine. That might work.

Give up procrastinating? Never. Okay, well, maybe tomorrow. If I have time. And nothing is good on TV.

OMG, yesterday was Wednesday. I missed Ghost Hunters. Argh!

Steve Buchheit said...

"to we keep" Oh man. I need caffeine.