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I think my angst and discomfort has been good for the Displaced muse. 500 words today that I think will lead to an actual chapter. The Fear Itself chapter of Take Two is also on it's way. My dad is back from his trip so I'll have more time to write and a way to get to PT and the doctor again.

Much progress on two WIPs

I've got quite a chunk of Displace done today!!! So much so that I looked over my memories and tags to make sure previous chapters will be easy to find when I'm ready post. God knows y'all have forgotten it by now. In the process I saw that there were more than a few comments I never replied to. I'm surprised I get any FB at all I'm a bad, rude, friend. Got more done on Take Two also as unpopular as it seems to be this silly thing has gotten me back in the habit of doing more than just staring at an open word doc.

One of my non-grammar related problems with writing has been my real life tendency toward peace making even at my own expense. Because she was in chronic pain for many years my mother could be difficult and sometimes abusive. Think House but less rational. She was once convinced Death was stalking her wearing a tux. Another time she was sure I secretly married to spy. {yes she was on the good drugs} And those were the funny things as much as I expose myself here there are things I won't get into. I got in the habit of wanting my fictional worlds more or less conflict free. During that time I got hooked on category romances. Even all these years later it's hard for me to write conflict. I want the people I love to be pain free and happy even the fictional people even though that makes a very boring story. Displaced is as close to dark as I can get in a long story.

Still hurting and I've been fending off headaches because it's not just my legs giving me fits. My neck is in knots and I'm grinding my teeth. Last night I woke up at four am having bit the inside of my mouth and tip of my tongue it was bleeding pretty bad. I'm getting to the point where sleeplessness is going to get me actually sick if I'm not careful. There's physical pain causing depression that I'm sure is making me more uncomfortable.

Very Sappy Double drabble in the Not a Bunny Verse.

If I add three more fic entries to my memories I'll reach 100. Because I feeling very sentimental tonight I decided to bring that goal closer by writing a Drabble about my favorite Mary Sue.

When Christina was bad, which wasn’t too terribly often, she’d get time-outs. She’d have to sit in the library without reading any of her books. She was supposed to think over whatever she’d done wrong. But that never took up the whole time-out. So she’d get bored and say something that would make mommy mad again.

Until one time Uncle Spike told her a secret. After that timeouts weren’t boring at all. In fact, she’d even go to the library and sit and think over things without being bad first. It wasn’t really secret but she hadn’t thought of it before. Uncle said it was because her parents were so bloody literal that she didn’t stand a chance. Christina didn’t know if that was true. She just never thought of it before. She knew books had authors to make story time last she made Daddy read the all the front pages. She’d thought pretending by yourself was silly. Until Uncle Spike said it her brain didn’t know. For books to be made they had to be made up first, by girls just like her.

Someday, Dedicated to Uncle Spike, would be on one of the front pages of a book.