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I brought you with me
I should have left you behind
And yet here you bloom
About goddamn time
But seriously, what the fuck?
Why take so damn long?
Do not remember
Too dangerous to forget
Fear lies in the gray
Sirens in the night
Should be heroes, not villains
Blue monsters with guns
Barriers lay ahead
Go full speed, no turning back
Shatter and break through
Some of you may have noticed a break in my updates. In addition to apparently being locked in the permanent icy grip of winter (the featured picture was taken from my front porch yesterday), I had to deal with a windows update sending my computer into blue screen of death mode.
I have done a full reinstall, and have sadly lost some things. I can’t find my receipt with the license code for Poser 11, so that is gone. I couldn’t find the one for AeonTimeline either, but their customer service people are awesome and came through for me. Thus, I haven’t lost access to my notes for quite a few projects. Scrivener, Word, and Photoshop remain good to go.
I did lose a lot of works in progress on Photoshop. Nothing serious, just the projects I’ve been using as learning tools for my new drawing tablet. Everything else was backed up to dropbox, and I am going to shamelessly plug their service for all aspiring writers and artists because one, they work great with Scrivener, and two, without them I would have just lost 10+ years of writing work.
Back up your shit, people, and keep copies of your receipts. Also, just because you tell Windows now isn’t a good time to update doesn’t mean it is going to listen to you, and for those of you who don’t already know this – Windows 10 does NOT keep system restore points for you. That’s right, people, if something goes wrong, you just have to bend on over and take it without a chance of lube. Thank you, Microsoft!
Echo of heartbeats
A melody nearly lost
You never left me
“I can’t help you escape.” Adam pulled up a chair to sit next to him. “She won’t let me.”
Michaels looked at the woman who’d healed his bullet wounds. She was fiddling with some sort of weird orb. “I’ll be honest…” Michaels glanced at Adam. “I was expecting more green, a few warts…” Wren wasn’t much older than Laura, and looked like a sweet, innocent young girl.
“You like being underground.” Khait glared at Lykos.
“When there is exit.” Lykos glared back. “Took three years dig way out.”
“Frankly, you’re lucky I stuck you under a rock on this planet.” Khait rolled his eyes.
“I can’t budge…” Ted sighed when Felipa just grinned at him. He stepped out of her way, then gave a small shake of his head as what looked like a skinny sixteen-year-old girl in flip-flops simply rolled the boulder out of the way. “Show off.” He smiled fondly before tossing her the second shovel.
Laura smiled at Adam’s sister. Coraline’s power appeared to be the ability to make plants grow, and she was walking around the house sprucing up the houseplants. And telling stories about what Adam was like as a kid. “…gigantic doofus. Instead of just telling me where it was, he climbed back over to the other side of the roof and tried to jump to the oak tree.” Coraline gave the spider plant a critical look before gesturing wildly. “Lost his grip and boom…” She slammed one hand into the other. “Went right through Mom’s brand-new picnic table. Dad comes tearing out of the house, totally panicked because he’s convinced Adam just broke every bone in his body. And then Adam just sort of stands up, dusts himself off, and you know what he went and did then?”
I used to care
Now these bridges that I burn?
They will light my way
Ted just shook his head as he watched Sister Margaret fussing over Felipa. Felipa and Pedro had stayed behind in case muscle was needed, though he was pretty sure Iggy was correct about Pedro’s motives having a lot more to do with Molly. He was in the music room even now, sitting next to her as she patiently showed him how to play chords on the piano. Felipa had a hobby of knitting little toys, which had been enough for Sister Margaret to practically adopt the girl.
Magda took a deep breath and tried not to shoot a glare at her son. It wasn’t his fault. Khait had simply done what Lidia asked. Unfortunately, Khait was now on the couch again, with Abigail all but hovering over him protectively. He’d need more recovery time before he could zap the two extras back where he’d gotten them. “Look, I understand this has to be something of a shock.”