The AH Coffee Shop and Reading Room 02: A Comma (is a Restful Pause)

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I write almost everything except Gay Male and Interracial. But my nightmares aren't like yours. Mine are more about missed opportunities and past decisions that were wrong. They lead into 'what if' scenarios and the nightmare can turn scary.

Rape? If that's what your nightmares are about then I'm sorry you have them. I have been accused of writing 'rape' stories but it is usually the male who is the victim and anon doesn't recognise implied consent.

Anon doesn't recognise any 'implied' anything. Sigh.

Thank you. I've had several variations of this nightmare now, starting at least two years ago.
 
Thank you. I've had several variations of this nightmare now, starting at least two years ago.

There's a Dr Pepper on the side for you, Madam. :rose:
Time for coffee and a bit of TV.
The bloody machine's driving me nuts.
 
I realized I deleted more than I added today. But I'm blending two parts of the same story written at different times and finding inconsistencies.

Blending is like that but, to me, story length does not equal story strength.

This story just doesn't want to go truly dark. I've decided to go for more gritty realism or Indie film weird. The latter I think I can do.
 
Blending is like that but, to me, story length does not equal story strength.

This story just doesn't want to go truly dark. I've decided to go for more gritty realism or Indie film weird. The latter I think I can do.

Mags, dear, I just wish I could plot &write !
 
Listening to the NFL draft for some reason. One draftee was described with "He's got length and he's got penetration," and I said "What?"
 
Sorry, Chloe, but that's a story begging not to be written. It's an Eeewww on about six different levels. She should trade them both in on a pair of gerbils and kill those just in case.
 
Sorry, Chloe, but that's a story begging not to be written. It's an Eeewww on about six different levels. She should trade them both in on a pair of gerbils and kill those just in case.

What did a Gerbil ever do to you? Oh wait, don't answer that. It might get worse than that other idea.

NW, plot bunnies come from everywhere and some should stay where they are at.

Fresh coffee for the late evening crowd. I'll even put out a fresh kettle for those so inclined.

Most of what i wrote during the binge the other day survived a reread. I added another 3 or 4k to it. This story seems to be the polar opposite of the last one but has the same moral. Interesting.
 
I didn't nap today but I'm still wide awake. Maybe I'll fix some gerbil stew (ewww).
 
I didn't nap today but I'm still wide awake. Maybe I'll fix some gerbil stew (ewww).

I worked in the yard a little and then napped. A rewrite after that and more writing. I'm wide awake and have a dozen plot bunnies bouncing around on the floor. My old cat is used to them and doesn't even chase them anymore. She just looks on with a confused look on her face.
 
I didn't nap today but I'm still wide awake. Maybe I'll fix some gerbil stew (ewww).

Well, they are classed as Rodents and in the Nelsonian Navy ships crews used to eat Rats,so I guess you could eat one, if you were starving enough. NB; Food contractors to the Navy would often cheat on the described contents, to the detriment of the sailors.


I worked in the yard a little and then napped. A rewrite after that and more writing. I'm wide awake and have a dozen plot bunnies bouncing around on the floor. My old cat is used to them and doesn't even chase them any more. She just looks on with a confused look on her face.

How to HM & HG react to a circus of plot bunnies led by a ringmaster Cat ?

Thanks for the kettle. The coffee was good.
 
How to HM & HG react to a circus of plot bunnies led by a ringmaster Cat ?

Thanks for the kettle. The coffee was good.

HM & HG understand the concept of plot bunnies and usual tolerate my goings on about them. They don't however seem to see them in the same light that I do.

As for my cat, she tolerates HM & HG. She is not what you would call a lap cat. She only learned to purr a few years back. She is more a cat with a foot fetish. She might lay on a foot here and there or sleep between a pair of feet but that's a s close as she gets.

Since I'm up so late, or is that early, I'll make fresh coffee for the rest of the crew.
 
I didn't nap today but I'm still wide awake. Maybe I'll fix some gerbil stew (ewww).
But there's so little left after they're cleaned, even worse than Cornish game hens. I recall a song about a fellow, "He don't eat nothing but bearcat stew." That seems more substantial.

Awful day. Coffee didn't help. Scallop chowder and deli sandwich (Santa Cruz special) didn't help. Tailgaters honked. Muscular road crews sneered. Horrible long shop lines. Back home, on-screen cats glared at me. 'Ukulele didn't help. Billy the Singing Fish didn't help. (Maybe smelled chowder on my breath.) Virus scans didn't help.

I'll have some laudanum in my espresso, thank you very much.

Next topic:Bicycles. Plot bunnies with bicycles. Or even recumbent tricycles or other HPVs (human-powered vehicles). Envisage a thrust-powered tandem fuckcycle, or the mating dances of unicyclists, or fornicating on a tall wobbly penny-farthing. Think of the geometries. Go ahead, visualize.
 
Next topic:Bicycles. Plot bunnies with bicycles. Or even recumbent tricycles or other HPVs (human-powered vehicles). Envisage a thrust-powered tandem fuckcycle, or the mating dances of unicyclists, or fornicating on a tall wobbly penny-farthing. Think of the geometries. Go ahead, visualize.

Or you could read a bicycle story: Learning to Ride a Bike

A totally self serving plug but what the heck. :D
 
The door bell woke me out of a pleasant nap. It was a neighborhood kid who said, "My drone is stuck on your roof."

Got the ladder, got it down. It was a little toy, not a remote control drone. When I was a kid is was various sorts of balls on the roof, then it became frisbees. Now it's drones.
 
Drones, the clay pigeons of the future. :D

Fresh coffee for the evening crew.

Fresh catfish, hush puppies, and fries for supper.
 
I guess it's time to find a ride to the store. Now the sugar is gone too.
 
Can't find the in/ out board so I'll leave this here - I'm going to be out for a bit, need a bit of a break. Take care. :rose:
 
Drones, the clay pigeons of the future. :D
Be careful about shooting them down in crowded neighborhoods, especially with projectile weapons. Big fucking lasers should do the trick fairly safely.

Nobody around here has tossed balls, frisbees, drones, drug packets, or dead cats on our roof. We only get crows kicking at old conifer needles littering the shingles. Raccoons crawled atop the roof at our last place. Vicious brutes.

Espresso this morning helped and might help again tomorrow morning. Till then it's, oh well...
 
The door bell woke me out of a pleasant nap. It was a neighborhood kid who said, "My drone is stuck on your roof."

Got the ladder, got it down. It was a little toy, not a remote control drone. When I was a kid is was various sorts of balls on the roof, then it became frisbees. Now it's drones.
Round here, the kid would be welcome to retrieve it himself.

I guess it's time to find a ride to the store. Now the sugar is gone too.
Is the new Knee Working OK ?


Can't find the in/ out board so I'll leave this here - I'm going to be out for a bit, need a bit of a break. Take care. :rose:
Do please try not to be long.

Be careful about shooting them down in crowded neighborhoods, especially with projectile weapons. Big fucking lasers should do the trick fairly safely.

Raccoons crawled atop the roof at our last place. Vicious brutes.

Espresso this morning helped and might help again tomorrow morning. Till then it's, oh well...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CG1Yxx6Py8c
 
Morning HP,

The coffee is ready.

I am a consumer. Pour me coffee :D

THEN and only then she smiles. And now, editing in the wee hours. I am up on Google docs and I have many edits to make and review. And that's just the first two chapters. It's all good tho. I AM too wordy sometimes, but I do shed tears when my words are deleted. I prefer adding :D - but I can do it. I CAN delete. I think. :cool: It's just, I've never tried it before..... :eek:

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