Monday, January 30, 2012

Old St. Nik, Part 5

Nik mounted the steps heavily, dreading what was to come.  Every morning the stiffness took longer to dissipate, every battle he felt his own peculiar mortality inch closer.  He hated the anticipation, the wondering if this was finally the night he would be defeated.  By the time he arrived at the Magoro family apartment, despair had overtaken him.  

Sunday, January 22, 2012

Old St. Nik, Part 4

Before Abbess could give her standard reply in this recurring argument, a child tasked with sending messages approached.  “For the Saint,” he said, bowing low.  Nik snatched the paper from the boy’s hand and dismissed him with a grunt.
I’m sorry I won’t be able to continue this same damn argument with you,” he sneered at Abbess, “there’s a guest waiting in my parlor.”

Sunday, January 15, 2012

I can't clean my house.

I’ve vaguely alluded to my messy childhood in previous posts, but there is something specific I want to talk about this time.  Well, not really want to talk about, but feel like I should, almost like I have to.  See, there are ways that your parents, and how they raised you, trickle through your adult life without you ever realizing it.  I have recently discovered the source, from my childhood, for a mysterious problem I’ve had my whole adult life.  Not that discovering the root of a problem solves it completely, but since I am a child of the eighties: “Knowing is half the battle!”  The easy half.

Monday, January 9, 2012

I'm too sick to write.

Sorry, SuperFans!  I have been laid up for a week with the crud from hell and have not been able to get anything done.  I have a doctor appointment today, though, so hopefully good drugs are on the way.  Now that you have read this, go use the hand sanitizer so you don't get sick from me.  Seriously, it's that bad.

See you next week,