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Aug. 4th, 2005 10:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lls_mutantWhoohoo! Day off tomorrow! Hubby and I are traveling up to see my parents, which we haven't done in quite some time. My mother is going adorably nuts- I suspect I am going to have a VERY hard time keeping her hand away from my stomach. (This is her first grandchild.)
There's two major things though also going on this weekend, and in interest of space, they're
One is my grandmother. I have one of the coolest grandmothers ever. She's 95, and I really should make her a character in a story. She became a nurse when she was younger, joined the Army, and during WW II was stationed over in New Guinea. I don't know much about her life over there, except the pictures she's shown me (which were not allowed to be of anything to do with the war), but I do know that she was engaged to a doctor and broke it off because she wasn't ready to get married. She outranked both my grandfathers, which I just think is cool. She eventually married my grandfather when she was 39- late for that era. I think my grandfather was supposed to be a priest, but his family lost everything in a mine fire (are you seeing why this would make a GREAT story?), and he had to leave seminary. She had one child that survived- my dad- and she lost him in 1991. My grandfather followed in 1994. And she's still around- and still lucid- now in 2005.
The thing is, it's hard on her now. She's ready to go. She's deeply religious, so she believes in Heaven, and she's pretty sure she's getting there. (And if she's not, that's a God I don't really want to believe in.) She's lost her closest family, and she's had a GREAT life. She's done everything she wants to do, except three things: 1.) see my sister get married, 2.) see her first great grandchild, and 3.) see my brother again. She'll get the first two- it's just a matter of time. The third... more on that later. But she's been very depressed, especially since she's had to move into assisted living. It's got to be hard. She's such an independent woman, and until a year ago, she took a grand total of 4 pills a day. Losing her independence is really, really tough. As much as we all want her to stick around, we're kind of hoping she'll die before she gets any worse, and preferably in her sleep or a MASSIVE stroke or something that's quick and painless and preferably peaceful.
Well, last week she fell.
Okay, how amazing IS this woman? She fell on cement. I guess she misstepped and fell on her rump, and then backwards and cracked her head against the sidewalk. She needed four staples in her head to close up the wound. But she didn't break any bones. At 95- no bones broken. No lasting injuries. I'm just... I'm amazed.
So anyway, we're going to visit her.
The other thing we're doing is going to a wedding on Sunday. It's one of my friends, and more than that, one of my ex-boyfriends. This is one of those wierd situations, but in a good way. He and I broke up YEARS ago, but were sort of serious there for a time. Distance kind of killed it. But there was never any bitterness between us (that I know of), and we stayed good friends. Well, I went on and married hubby, who is an even more ideal match for me, and he's marrying the one girl his mother would concede is a better match for him than I was. He's been in love with her for AGES- like, literally a decade. I'm really looking forward to seeing this wedding, because I really, really, really want for him to be completely and utterly happy, and I know that's what will happen with this girl. My only annoyance is I refuse to wear a black dress to an ex's wedding, and the dress I own right now that I look best in is black. Oh well. I have a cute pink one too.
Also a meme here, swipped from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thistlerose:
In the last fanfic you wrote, what was your favorite sentence? Why?
This one is hard, because the last fanfic I wrote is VERY personal. It was Come Talk to Me, which was the Percy fic. I wrote it on my brother's birthday. To make a VERY long story short, my brother hasn't spoken to my family in three years. He didn't come to my wedding, has no clue my sister is getting married, and has absolutely no idea that I'm pregnant. So Come Talk to Me was very, very personal. And that's why my favorite line from it was: “It doesn’t matter. All that matters is I miss him.”
So enough of that depressing stuff, and on to The Old Canvas Bag, which definitely had some personal elements, but not like Come Talk to Me did.
I have two favorite sentences from this. The first is: It took three swallows to be able to speak, and when he could, Damien could only explain how to keep the elbow in and bring the power of the punch from the hip, and not how to mend the wounds of a broken heart.
I was really pleased with the image and the scene there, where Remus is trying to mentally get over the Prank (he's already forgiven Sirius- now he's trying to forget). Damien doesn't know what to say, which I think is totally in character for Mr. Clueless there. But he really, really wishes he did. And I really felt like that came across- just how confused and frustrated and forlorn he was, watching his son hurting and being completely unable to help.
The other sentence I was really pleased with was: The answer came to him easily. “Hang it in your flat, and from now on, I’ll come to you.”
I love Damien, and this is why. Underneath all the bluster and anger and lack of tact and intensity, Damien truly loves his son, very, very deeply. And he really tries to do what's best for Remus- he just doesn't KNOW what's best. And a lot of times, Remus can't even help him, because Remus doesn't know what's best either. It's not like there's Werewolf Parent Support Groups or something. (And sadly, Gay Werewolves Anonymous doesn't seem to be canon, either ;) ) But even in his fumbling, Damien often gets it right. And this is one of those times. (Can I just tell you how psyched I am with the Greyback backstory? Because I can see Damien fighting Greyback to keep him from stealing Remus away after Remus has been bitten.)
Plus, I think one of my strengths as a writer is last sentences. I don't always get them right. But I think when I get them, I get them. Notice that both of those were last sentences ;)
I should probably at least think about sleep. Have a great weekend all!
There's two major things though also going on this weekend, and in interest of space, they're
One is my grandmother. I have one of the coolest grandmothers ever. She's 95, and I really should make her a character in a story. She became a nurse when she was younger, joined the Army, and during WW II was stationed over in New Guinea. I don't know much about her life over there, except the pictures she's shown me (which were not allowed to be of anything to do with the war), but I do know that she was engaged to a doctor and broke it off because she wasn't ready to get married. She outranked both my grandfathers, which I just think is cool. She eventually married my grandfather when she was 39- late for that era. I think my grandfather was supposed to be a priest, but his family lost everything in a mine fire (are you seeing why this would make a GREAT story?), and he had to leave seminary. She had one child that survived- my dad- and she lost him in 1991. My grandfather followed in 1994. And she's still around- and still lucid- now in 2005.
The thing is, it's hard on her now. She's ready to go. She's deeply religious, so she believes in Heaven, and she's pretty sure she's getting there. (And if she's not, that's a God I don't really want to believe in.) She's lost her closest family, and she's had a GREAT life. She's done everything she wants to do, except three things: 1.) see my sister get married, 2.) see her first great grandchild, and 3.) see my brother again. She'll get the first two- it's just a matter of time. The third... more on that later. But she's been very depressed, especially since she's had to move into assisted living. It's got to be hard. She's such an independent woman, and until a year ago, she took a grand total of 4 pills a day. Losing her independence is really, really tough. As much as we all want her to stick around, we're kind of hoping she'll die before she gets any worse, and preferably in her sleep or a MASSIVE stroke or something that's quick and painless and preferably peaceful.
Well, last week she fell.
Okay, how amazing IS this woman? She fell on cement. I guess she misstepped and fell on her rump, and then backwards and cracked her head against the sidewalk. She needed four staples in her head to close up the wound. But she didn't break any bones. At 95- no bones broken. No lasting injuries. I'm just... I'm amazed.
So anyway, we're going to visit her.
The other thing we're doing is going to a wedding on Sunday. It's one of my friends, and more than that, one of my ex-boyfriends. This is one of those wierd situations, but in a good way. He and I broke up YEARS ago, but were sort of serious there for a time. Distance kind of killed it. But there was never any bitterness between us (that I know of), and we stayed good friends. Well, I went on and married hubby, who is an even more ideal match for me, and he's marrying the one girl his mother would concede is a better match for him than I was. He's been in love with her for AGES- like, literally a decade. I'm really looking forward to seeing this wedding, because I really, really, really want for him to be completely and utterly happy, and I know that's what will happen with this girl. My only annoyance is I refuse to wear a black dress to an ex's wedding, and the dress I own right now that I look best in is black. Oh well. I have a cute pink one too.
Also a meme here, swipped from
thistlerose:In the last fanfic you wrote, what was your favorite sentence? Why?
This one is hard, because the last fanfic I wrote is VERY personal. It was Come Talk to Me, which was the Percy fic. I wrote it on my brother's birthday. To make a VERY long story short, my brother hasn't spoken to my family in three years. He didn't come to my wedding, has no clue my sister is getting married, and has absolutely no idea that I'm pregnant. So Come Talk to Me was very, very personal. And that's why my favorite line from it was: “It doesn’t matter. All that matters is I miss him.”
So enough of that depressing stuff, and on to The Old Canvas Bag, which definitely had some personal elements, but not like Come Talk to Me did.
I have two favorite sentences from this. The first is: It took three swallows to be able to speak, and when he could, Damien could only explain how to keep the elbow in and bring the power of the punch from the hip, and not how to mend the wounds of a broken heart.
I was really pleased with the image and the scene there, where Remus is trying to mentally get over the Prank (he's already forgiven Sirius- now he's trying to forget). Damien doesn't know what to say, which I think is totally in character for Mr. Clueless there. But he really, really wishes he did. And I really felt like that came across- just how confused and frustrated and forlorn he was, watching his son hurting and being completely unable to help.
The other sentence I was really pleased with was: The answer came to him easily. “Hang it in your flat, and from now on, I’ll come to you.”
I love Damien, and this is why. Underneath all the bluster and anger and lack of tact and intensity, Damien truly loves his son, very, very deeply. And he really tries to do what's best for Remus- he just doesn't KNOW what's best. And a lot of times, Remus can't even help him, because Remus doesn't know what's best either. It's not like there's Werewolf Parent Support Groups or something. (And sadly, Gay Werewolves Anonymous doesn't seem to be canon, either ;) ) But even in his fumbling, Damien often gets it right. And this is one of those times. (Can I just tell you how psyched I am with the Greyback backstory? Because I can see Damien fighting Greyback to keep him from stealing Remus away after Remus has been bitten.)
Plus, I think one of my strengths as a writer is last sentences. I don't always get them right. But I think when I get them, I get them. Notice that both of those were last sentences ;)
I should probably at least think about sleep. Have a great weekend all!
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Date: 2005-08-05 03:49 am (UTC)Anyway... *hugs* and travel safe and have fun! And you write killer last sentences.
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Date: 2005-08-05 01:37 pm (UTC)So yeah, good luck with it all!
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Date: 2005-08-05 04:57 pm (UTC)Snerk
Date: 2005-08-06 12:11 am (UTC)I've resigned myself to the Great Hetrosexualization of Remus John Lupin but you know he's really
bigay right? Tonks thinks that she can cure the gayness and am fully expecting to see a long lost girlfriend of Sirius Black in book seven.Everything and anything but teh gay.