Monday, December 27, 2010

ghost from a wishing well, part 2.5

December 19, 2083 - Leila Watts is 28, Matt is 32, Felicity is 5, Hunter and Flint are 2. (Charlotte Gallagher is 28.)

* note: meant to be read after this one. warning: box of tissues? *

Soundtrack: "If You Could Read My Mind," as performed by Johnny Cash.



The days go by, one and then another, and then another, and you know the feeling of something long before you ever have the words to explain it. Because feeling isn't stagnant, it isn't concrete. The spark of energy between two people, ebbing and flowing and changing like the wind warms and cools over a year. Did she change? Did he? Something changed, but at the same time, they're both the exact same people they were twelve years ago. She knows she's the same at least. She's the same girl with the bright spirit, the precocious smile, the wild and curious imagination, kissing the back of her hand in her bedroom to see what kissing might feel like. In her heart, in the depths of her soul, she's exactly the same.

Thursday, December 23, 2010

views on sex: a study on fictional nookie

* warnings: pics are marginally NSFW, and plentiful discussion of a wide variety of sex ;) *

Okay, first of all, I have no idea why I was so compelled to do this study, lol! But since I couldn't think of a fictional Christmas gift to you all, I decided to give you a character study on fictional sex!!! :D

Of course, just the very reason I'm exploring my characters' views on sex at all has to be inspired by Lunar's profiles for Ruin. I've always felt (and I think she would agree) that you can tell a lot about a character based on how they approach their sexual relationships. This became even more apparent since I've been writing Matt and Leila, in their current ordeals, seeing how each of them view love and sex so differently.

Monday, December 20, 2010

ghost from a wishing well, part 2

December 19, 2083 - Leila Watts is 28, Felicity is 5.

* warning: sketchy research on rice paddies. And again, a big hornking unapologetic block of text *

Soundtrack: "If You Could Read My Mind," as performed by Johnny Cash.



Any time she leaves Bluewater, she thinks of Corbin. Which is not to say she thinks of him less any other time of the day, but especially out here. They're in Lakeside Heights, and he has friends here. He could be here, anywhere, visiting one of them. He likes books too, and she's in the only independent book store in the county. She loves it here, she always has. But he also knows she loves this store, so she doesn't expect to see him here. He's had seven weeks to try to argue with her choices, and he knows exactly where to find her if he wanted to, so he doesn't need to accidentally bump into her at some book store.

And he won't. He won't say a word. She knows him well enough to know that.

Friday, December 17, 2010

profile: Corbin



Corbin Gray

Thursday, December 16, 2010

profile: Matt



Matthew "Matt" Watts

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

profile: Leila



Leila (Meyer) Watts

Sunday, December 12, 2010

ghost from a wishing well, part 1

December 17, 2083 - Leila Watts is 28, Matt is 32, Felicity is 5, Hunter and Flint are 2. (Audrey Centowski is 67.)

* warnings: heavy. Johnny Cash could make anything sadder. And large unapologetic blocks of text? *

Soundtrack: "If You Could Read My Mind," as performed by Johnny Cash.


If there's one thing Corbin taught her in their time together, it was to live a life filled with truth and honesty. So if she wants to be honest with herself, she has to know that her husband is a good man. He's a kind man. More so before all of this, but even now he's still a guarded kind of polite. He's done nothing wrong to deserve his life being torn apart and smashed into oblivion. None of them actually deserve that.

There are breaths of calm, like this, where she feels like they might just move forward, that they actually could. That this dull comfort could some day become enough.

Sunday, December 5, 2010

one day, at sunrise...

December 17, 2083 - Felicity Watts is 5, Leila is 28.


In the morning, her mommy does yoga. Felicity likes it. She's liked it from the first time she snuck downstairs early, before the sun had come all the way up, and saw her mommy bending and stretching in the living room. "Come here," Leila said, and showed her how to move from one pose to the next. "This one is Warrior Pose."

Now they do their practice every morning together as the sun rises, to welcome the day.

Leila tells her that they do yoga to be healthy, strong, happy, and peaceful in mind. Felicity's brothers are too little do to this with them. And her daddy won't do it either. He won't even watch them doing it. He says he hates yoga. So they do it together, just the two of them. It's their own special thing.