As we learned from last week's Rebel video, I procrastinate. A lot. Or rather, I use work to procrastinate the other work I should be doing. Which means all the photos I've been taking have piled up, along with all the things I want to share, and I think that's prologue enough.
So, I've been busy. Like, procrastinating-work-by-working-on-side-projects busy. Which is great, seeing as I've been relatively unemployed and bored the last few months of my life. BUT! It's a switch, and in the slow times I feel nostalgic for New England and slow mornings of homemade lattes and breakfast with a good friend. I've been meeting new people and being social and working and reading great new books and looking at writing from all new angles. (The switch from reading as a reader to reading as an editor is TERRIFYINGLY INSIGHTFUL.) Life is AMAZING! But I still miss people, and I think that's okay.
Let's begin with this week's Teaser, which, due to my new schedule, might need to be moved to Wednesday from now on. Help me think of a good title? Wicked Wednesdays?
This is coming from Academy, one of Claire's entries. She's out at training when one of her "day terrors" takes over.
We had a water break and while I was coming back to the grounds it hit, another fucking day terror. At first I didn't even notice it: I felt the tingle, the small ache in my head. But nothing changed. I thought it had passed. I kept walking and then realized that the place was empty. I couldn't hear anyone, and there was no one near the Fire grounds. I started freaking out, thought maybe I'd missed where we were supposed to go next. I walked up to the Fire building and was about to look inside when I heard something crunching up the gravel behind me. I turned, and there was a...thing on the path. It looked like a human, but it was covered in blood and the air around it was black, like was sucking in all life. Purple eyes. His head was cocked to one side like a puppet.
He raised an arm toward me and opened his mouth, but the sound that came out was like breaking glass and crashing waves and blood spilling down cement: all these horrible images going through my head. I screamed, I know I did. Because the next thing I know Professor Dmitri is holding my arms and asking me what's wrong.
So yeah, there's that.
And now, I think it's time for more pictures, don't you?
Until next time!