Monday's just starting...
I've slacked all weekend on the words...only did 533
But since I'm sitting at 61k right now, I think that's okay to have a slacker weekend. Gonna be studying for a midterm until Wednesday, so not sure how many words there will be in the interim...but hopefully a few.

I've done 4149 this month so I'm feeling pretty great about that. Love the prompt for today. I'll have to work on it tonight.

I suspect winter's got one more snow in her for me here too. Not sick of it. We've had some, but not a lot. I wouldn't mind having enough to close work for the day actually.

Nothing new here, just a lot of hockey-watching going on. Playoffs are here or are coming depending on the league.

Playoffs were in 3 different women's leagues - the AWIHL (Australia) finished up & the CWHL (Canada) & the NWHL (US) have Finals on Sunday. The NHL doesn't start until the 2nd week of April. (So don't be surprised when my goal for next month is 200 words or something equally small).

I had not felt this feeling in such a long time. It was like that moment, touching my skates down on a fresh sheet of ice at the very first practice of the season, that exhilaration that filled my blood and kept me going even when I wasn’t sure that I could.

I looked at my wife, sitting up in bed, eyes shining with love that wasn’t for me, but rather for the infant in her arms. She smiled and glanced up, her eyes finding mine, turning that love on me. I step forward, wanting to be part of it.

Team. The word came to mind, unbidden. I slipped onto the bed beside Simone, trying my best not to jostle the baby in her arms. I looked down at Maxine’s face, her little eyes closed against the light. She was beautiful and perfect and I loved her. She was mine.

I wanted to freeze this moment in my mind, let it become the moment I went to when things got dark. There wouldn’t be a need to revisit solitary excursions on the ice. I did not have to be alone any longer. This was my team. This was my home.

I'm probably at 1800? Or close to that? Hoping to get more writing in tomorrow, Thursday and Friday.

I have a couch in a much warmer climate you can use. Eggs is welcome, too. :D

Yeah... I'm like 6k behind this month word-wise. *headdesk* Oh well. It'll even out in the end, right? I can do this.

If you can survive this winter, I can do anything. :D

That's a scary thought, honestly. I can't even fathom that much snow.

:D

I have a friend who's Canadian and she said they got 12' of snow one winter. TWELVE FEET. So yeah, but still. This has been crazy. Here's to a mild storm and spring finally!

Sending you warm, sunny thoughts!

Ugh....yes, no more snow, please. It's been cold and windy here - the NYC Half Marathon runners yesterday had the coldest start ever for their event and a headwind. :\ I was very glad I was working it from my office. It did take up part of my weekend, but I still felt pretty good and productive and also got some R&R time, so I'm going into the week feeling pretty positive.

I have a couple of pieces of fan art I have due at the end of the month, and they have to be my priority this week. Which is fine, 'cause written words still are not flowing at all. I'm ending up each month in a pretty decent place, somehow, and I'm sure I will again.

Here's to mud season- bring it on! :)

That's why I moved to Texas. I couldn't take the freezing rain, sleet, snow and freezing cold anymore.

Just hold on a little longer. Spring is coming.

I have! ;-)

Well, you get right on that!

Ah, it's not so bad; at least we got some sun!

Home. She wants to go home. That’s the only thought in Sarah’s mind as she unlocks her door and slips into her empty house. It echoes through her mind and seemingly into her very essence as she locks the door behind her and trudges her way to her room. She doesn’t bother with the lights. She knows every inch of this house, and it never changes.

She all but falls through her open door and trundles onto her bed. Her eyes are closed before she ever hits the mattress. Her shoes are still on. Her body’s dirty, and her long hair is a mess. She’s recently considered cutting it, but she can still remember the feels of his silken fingers through her locks.

She still remembers the feel of his fingers elsewhere too and all that he had promised her. Had she been a fool to turn him away? On days like today, she believes she was, but she still doesn’t see what other choice she had. She couldn’t have said yes. She couldn’t have told him she loved him even though she had at first glance. She could have given him her heart and soul easily, but she couldn’t give him her brother’s -- even though she hasn’t so much as spoken to Toby in months.

Sarah sighs. Her eyes remain closed. Her aches begin to ease. The room fades from her mind. The house is gone, and with it, the bed upon which she lays. There are strong arms holding her again and pulling her close against a sensual, strong body. She sighs with happiness, not exhaustion, as she looks up into Jareth’s eyes. She has given him her soul, but it’s his soul and love she sees reflected to her through his green and blue eyes.

How had she ever left this place? What kind of an inexperienced fool must she have been to let this all go, to let him go? But she won’t let him go now. She holds tightly to his hands as he spins her around and around the dance floor. There are no other women watching him now nor any little brothers to save. There is only him and her, only a King and his willing, loving, dutiful Queen. And as she dreams, Sarah smiles for she’s home again at last.


The End