Day 26 Not Quite Written

I didn’t think I’d get to go to a friend’s wedding this week, but surpassing things happened, and tomorrow I’m leaving!

The day has gotten away from me, and tomorrow I’m not taking my laptop with me. So, I’ll try to write thing by hand. We’ll see what happens. I’m a bridesmaid and will be doing wedding-esque things. Which, because my friend is who she is, involves a morning spent driving bulldozers. That’s right! Playing in the dirt. Apparently it is a thing. Go Las Vegas!

I’m looking forward to it.

But not sure how much writing will happen.

Hope you have a good week.

Day 22

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Still here! Next week, I’ll be without a computer for a few days! Egads! I’ll write on paper, but I won’t be posting. But that’s not until next week. In the meantime, I managed something for today.

Thank you for reading!

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Everyone in town said a flock of blackbirds from the east brought bad dreams to everyone and misfortune to a chosen one.

Hannah loved to watch the blackbirds though. Breaking her parents and her community’s rules, she would climb a tree as high as she could and look for swooping dark cloud of birds. Weeks could pass before she’d see them, sometimes in the distance and sometimes surprisingly close.

If she were caught up in the tree with her father’s binoculars, her mother would rage. “Why do like to invite trouble?” her mother would shout. “Do we not provide you with enough problems?”

One night at dinner, when Hannah was fourteen, she asked her mother, “Which is worse: looking for blackbirds or climbing trees?”

Her mother slammed down her fork. “They both cause broken bones and bad luck. That’s what matters.”

“But how can birds break bones?” Hannah asked.

Her father focused on his food. His pasta seemed quite interesting to him at the moment.

“Hannah Clare,” her mother replied. “Why must you always ruin dinner with nonsensical questions?”

“But—”

Her mother pointed at her father. “His side of the family I blame for this. Curiosity pollutes the entire bloodline.” She dropped her hand to the table and turned to stare out the dining room window. “You don’t have to feed your curiosity. You don’t.”

Hannah knew she should keep quiet, but the same impulse that drove her to the treetops threw words out of her mouth. “I’d rather feed it than drown it like you do.”

The slap Hannah got ended the conversation. It did nothing to end Hannah’s fascination with the rumors about the birds.

Day Twelve. Not exactly a failure.

I’ve written something, but it is late and I’ve got a huge day tomorrow. I don’t feel like posting what I wrote. It takes too long. But I’ll add to the scene tomorrow and post whatever I end up with.

On a side note, I’ve been considering some of the craziness I’ve read about on TV these days, most recently Penny Dreadful and Salem. And also Game of Thrones. You know, I can’t write anything that crazy. I feel like my stories are boring in comparison.