I'm such a dork

I'm not even gonna promise to get in the habit of writing regularly. We all know it's not gonna happen. I'm so pathetic. LOL I've literally been thinking about how I should get online, post on my blog, etc. Yeah, took me a week of thinking that to actually DO it. *sigh*

Anyway, once again just felt the need to write. I'm not sure why I felt the need to write, I just did. Or is it I felt the need to type? I was reading some older posts, and that's quite often what brings me here. I just love typing, it's so soothing. Tonight, though, I think I felt the urge to write. But what?

Things that make you go hm.

Now I have that song stuck in my head. Darnit. Twinkle twinkle little star . . . not working. The itsy bitsy . . . shit. I spend too much time with kids. I'M A BITCH I'M A LOVER I'M A CHILD I'M A MOTHER!
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Yay! That's working! Where's a dancing banana when you need one?

Ok, so another thing that confuses me. I don't remember writing about a Seraphina (the name still has to go). I guess that shows how interested in the story line I was. In the story of captured, I've pretty much hit a dead end. I'm considering an accident or something for the characters of A New Acquisition, something that would put whathisname at whatshernames mercy. Like a highwayman shooting, or something. Their relationship needs to grow, or the story will only be about sex. Not that people will object to that, but I'm bored of it. I mean how many times and ways can they do it before I start repeating what they're doing?

How about out of nothing.

Soon. She sits and waits. Nope. Sounds like that Tanya Tucker song, Soon. And now I have that stuck in my head. "Soon, I'll be free to be with you." *sigh*

Hm.

On this day, this beautiful day, she would be forever different. How that would come about, she wasn't sure, but on this she was determined. No more early nights, no more early mornings. No more boredom, goddammit. It was time to move on with life, to do what she wanted to do with no fear of what people would think; and by people she meant her mother. Eve's thoughts briefly went to her mother, recently buried, but even her lingering grief couldn't overshadow the anticipation running through her veins.

As the day went along, doubt began to creep. No, today was a day like any other. She went to work, she did her work. There was no one new, there was nothing different. Same routine, same bullshit, same scenery. Nonetheless, the hope lingered in her breast, giving light to what would be otherwise a dreary, rain day.

Plodding home, after work, she contemplated the feeling she woke up with. If something special wasn't going to happen, maybe she should go looking for it. Maybe, somewhere, something new was waiting for her, some adventure never seen! Something! There had to be something!