Countdown to the next username change

[no one]

[Silver]

Possible novel beginnings have been flitting through my head. Wrote a single sentence before falling asleep this morning. Now, while consuming coffee after having woken up later than usual, I have written a paragraph.

Looks like I'm beginning with a prologue.

[Pat Mustard]

To biring the thread back on topic, I think you should change you user name to Sionnach Mac Tíre.

[no one]

Being that you are in the sunshine state, the logical evolution of your name is, sun-dried tomato.

[Silver]

Prologue, maybe an introduction to what I'm writing next.

---

It was the last day of fall and I was spending it outside. Although it was only labeled as such for the invented conceptualization of a timeline. After all, today was feeling no colder or no different just because we marked it as the bridge between seasons. A personal expectation of winter, however, was affecting my emotional state. It was my favorite time of the year, especially with the snow.

For most people it was the Christmas Spirit that excited them. That was not the case with me. I enjoyed the holiday well enough, mainly the gifting part, but the premier attraction for me was nature's annual funeral performed in white.

The atmosphere did not affect me in a physical sense, which I liked to believe was due to literally being born in the snow. According to my uncle, who was informed by his cop husband, my mother gave birth to me in a snowbank. She was found dead and I was found with my tiny infant mouth attached to her breast.

They disliked me being out there without a sweater and a jacket, but they had finally accepted it. In the same way they eventually accepted my passion for a cold season that had no heart unless symbolically attributed by a human need for meaning to be found in absolutely everything.

They liked to believe their opinions were a secret, but secrets could not be kept in a house with surprisingly thin walls. According to their whispers, I should have been disgusted with the season just because it took my mother's life. As though losing out on her love was supposed to have made me abhor those months at the end of each year.

The ice crystals beneath my feet made a satisfying crunching sound as I walked through a tranquil wooded wonderland. More satisfying was how my arms, back, and legs burned as I dragged a couple of dead bodies behind me. It was weird how they became heavier when life left them. They lost something yet they did not become lighter.

Mind boggling. Like what was happening with the light of day. It was something common heavy cloud cover could not explain, and the sudden arrival of darkness had me suspicious.

Looking up, there was no time allowed to register the incoming disaster before the wave hit me.

---

[Silver]

Working on chapter one. Looks like it's going to be a space opera, after all.

[Silver]

I was just remembering, back in 2010, how difficult it was for me to get a prescription for pain narcotics when I really needed them. If that was the case, why and how is there an opiod problem? I mean, I would have been perfect to exploit and make addicted, I'm poor and white.

[arewethereyet]

I was just remembering, back in 2010, how difficult it was for me to get a prescription for pain narcotics when I really needed them. If that was the case, why and how is there an opiod problem? I mean, I would have been perfect to exploit and make addicted, I'm poor and white.

I was listening to a news report about Fentanyl today and couldn't help but think that the extreme restrictions put on the use of narcotic pain meds helped get us here.

If I had gone through my breast cancer surgeries after the big crackdown, I am pretty sure I would have found a way out.  Even the narcotics I was given only dulled things enough that I didn't jump off a bridge.  To this day, I still have pain every damn day and just have to hope that tomorrow won't be as bad as today.

[Silver]

Resident census is really low at work right now, so I might be canceled tonight. We'll see.

[Silver]

Scrapping what I've been attempting to write lately.

I do have something culminating in my mind, I think. Just have to dwell on it some more.