| Of Blog Fiction [message #49953] |
Tue, 22 May 2012 21:10  |
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Of Blog Fiction
Smooshes!
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| Re: Of Blog Fiction [message #49959 is a reply to message #49954 ] |
Wed, 23 May 2012 04:49  |
 Susan in Melbourne
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Registered: October 2008
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| Black Bear wrote on Wed, 23 May 2012 11:18 |
I don’t write mysteries—although I think Cathy may have some evil plans, they may just be that it amuses her to see me jump and scream—
Well I never! 
I do like surprises, truth be told, and I consider when I'm running a game that if I manage to surprise my players I have done something difficult and grand. But I don't think I'd call my plans "evil" per se... We'll see, I suppose! Mwa ha ha ha...
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I am completely clueless about this gaming business. Has it started yet? What happens and how does it happen - do we see Cathy's interventions?
Whatever, I'm really enjoying Kes's story so far, although I had a 'duh' moment when Robin explained the name! I, too, have my suspicions about that shadow (knee high I believe?).......
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| Re: Of Blog Fiction [message #49961 is a reply to message #49953 ] |
Wed, 23 May 2012 09:28 |
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Mirkat
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Registered: May 2010
Location: Richland, WA |
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Oh small towns. How I love and loathe thee. No one ever used house numbers – we lived in the “Johnson” house for a decade. My husband’s family has now lived in the same small town for OVER TWENTY YEARS and had 7 kids go through the k-12 school and they still aren’t considered “local.”
Sure. But your nosy neighbour will also bring your washing in when it rains and you’re loading up at Godzilla Foods three towns away—possibly including picking up that package of frozen raspberry and onion lo-gluten bagels she asked for. You can buy fresh lobster from the fisherman who’s a friend of yours at the end of the dock, and he’ll slip you a moose steak when he goes hunting that winter, even if he likes to pretend you’re too urban to deal with either one. Myself, I’ll take my neighbours knowing who stays overnight at my house (ahem) in exchange for my knowing that if I’m ever snowed in, somebody will get me out. And twenty years, eh. Twenty years isn’t so long. I’ve been twenty years in this particular five-mile stretch of Hampshire and I am certainly not a local.
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Hence the LOVE as well as loathe Actually, my former house is for sale now (cheap! http://wenatchee.craigslist.org/reo/2966431798.html) and it's very very tempting despite being 3,000 miles away and there being exactly zero job prospects. I was once rescued by complete strangers merely because they knew my dad (before cell phones), for example.
As an adult, I agree 20 years is not too long, but to go from k-12 in the same school (yes it's one school) and not be "in" is a bit rough. I was only there 5th-12th, and eventually embraced my "out" ness, so I did ok.
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| Re: Of Blog Fiction [message #49962 is a reply to message #49957 ] |
Wed, 23 May 2012 09:58 |
Birdreader
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Registered: August 2011
Location: Chicago |
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I am glad that there will be a final collection of the New Thing. It is so enjoyable. I am looking forward to what is going to happen with the house. Green Acres or Amity-ville?
Birdreader
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