The perils of distraction

[tarigwaemir]

Lowell House, on the Feast of Ste. Bibiana

Bleh. I compiled mixes all night instead of writing away manically like I ought to have done. See, this morning, I decided on the spur of the moment that I was going to give mix CDs instead of books to various real-life friends this year. Cost-efficient yet personalized. This sort of gift is only possible for people whose music tastes have exactly the right amount of overlap with yours. Anyway, I'd been thinking about them all day, so I thought I'd get the ones for my blockmates done tonight, while the idea was still fresh in my mind. It took me nearly four hours. Then I made one for Tryo-chan as well as a more generic one to send to people whom I owe holiday greetings. Tryogeru's was the easiest but that took me another two hours at the very least. Then I thought I should try to get some writing for NaNo Redux done, and I wrote about 685 words before sputtering to a stop. ::sighs:: I'm doomed, aren't I?

I'm already short on sleep, and I haven't finished reading Atoms of Language for section tomorrow either. Wow, aren't I stupid and incapable of time management.

In the meanwhile, here's part of my, um, early morning output.

E come vivo?

When it happens, it almost escapes your notice that your heart has stopped beating, that your lungs no longer heave against the heavy blankets. You blink and realize that you're /outside/ that case of bone and fat and muscle that you've inhabited all these years, and the feeling is much more unnerving than you expected: the sensation of being immaterial in a material world.

Behind you a throat clears, and you turn and see /her/. You didn't know what shape she'd take but you recognize her instantly. Her eyes, despite their kindness, are not human.

"What now?" you ask.

She shrugs and twirls a strand of wild black hair through her fingers. "I'm only the guide."

"Funny," you tell her as you follow after her confident pace, "I thought I would feel something. Sad, maybe angry. But I don't."

"Did you have any regrets?"

"Probably," you say vaguely, looking around you. The world looks the same as it ever did, but you are different. You are keenly aware that you don't, in fact, exist, not here, not anymore.

"Did any of it matter?" you ask.

She spins around on a boot heel and smiles, the corners of her mouth both delicate and beautiful. "Of course it mattered. You lived. What could be more important than that?"

END

Still haven't decided if I'm going to try writing for every theme this month, although it's a good way of getting me started. I have an awful time initiating anything (not just in writing either). Okay, will attempt to get my act together tomorrow. (Hah!)

Yours &c.

Comments

[sub-divided.livejournal.com]

That was beautiful, especially the first and last paragraphs.

[troisroyaumes]

Thank you! ^_^

[xiaraix.livejournal.com]

i will died without regrets and should i said happy if "Death" of the 7 Endless is there to guide to where-ever, whatever... *WIDE GRINS*

Thanks for writing... i loved Sandman ... ^____^ and i loved this XD

[troisroyaumes]

Yay, I'm so glad you liked it! ^_^

[schwimmerin.livejournal.com]

Oh noes! I have indirectly caused your lack of sleep! xD

[troisroyaumes]

Heh, it was my decision to make the mixes, so I claim full culpability. XD;;

[jaebi-lit.livejournal.com]

I should try to get some writing for NaNo Redux done, and I wrote about 685 words before sputtering to a stop.

We are so doomed. At making the word count by the end of December, that is. At least your crazy end-of-term stuff isn't until January.

[troisroyaumes]

Oh yes. >_<;; That was why I picked December actually, because I knew January would be just impossible. ;_; Good luck, both for the exams and for NaNo. ^_^;;

[blankmeridian.livejournal.com]

Although I'm only fleetingly familiar with The Sandman, "E Come Vivo" was succint but highly enjoyable. <3