I can’t/don’t plot
why am I writing
I have no plot in my life
and yet it’s interesting
in and out of likelihood
but I was given a wall of words
the day I was born
and some of them are here still
although that wall now sits
at the bottom of a well
I pull and pull on that damned rope
that moves the bucket
bringing water from the well of words
each drop infused
with something odd and viral
but it tastes of home
& home is what I mean to plant
between the stars
between your ears
I honestly didn’t believe I wrote anything yesterday but this morning’s word count makes me a liar.
Reason I adore Paul #46548
He drove all the way back from Seattle (which is where Conflikt is) to partay filkwize with me, Cindy, Tom and Peggy and DOUGLAS who wasn’t DOGLESS.
Petal is so cute with her widdy tongue hanging out of her face. Her fur is so soft I get kinda dreamy and melty when I pet her.
Oh man, that was a really really nice housefilk. I feel… cleansed. Cleansed by harmonizing Unexpected on the fly with Cindy. Happy sigh.
Anyway Paul will drive back to Seattle today and come back Monday or Tuesday.
Weather continues unbelievable rainy but the threatened 5 cm of oobleck did not occur.