A beginning

12 months before he died he began his memoirs, which started thus:

"12 months before I die I begin these memoirs. They are all that stand between me and not-me. At their moment, my moment, of completion I shall meet my anti-me and we will be annihilated in burst of fruit and light."

Not unlike a Starburst commercial.

Beginnings

I have this habit of starting to write a story, getting about a page, and then stopping and not knowing where to go. Beginnings are easy for me.
So I thought I'd post a few. Why not? Maybe it'll help me get past a page. Or maybe I'll start to explore the beginning a bit more; maybe there's something about these beginnings that's making it hard for me to continue.

Between...

...is soft.
You are softer.
You soften up
have a soft upper lip
You're a big softie.
You're not so stiff. You're stiffless.
You mold into the cracks. You bend
in unexpected ways, you melt in the sun you
drip onto the ground yo
u puddle up
and flow
awa
y

moon

the sky reflecting the lake
and there i am
smiling at the bottom

Kind Hearts and Coronets

Emily and I Netflixed (Is "Netflixed" better or worse than "Googled"? I vote worse) this 1949 movie because it got really good reviews and it starred Alec Guiness playing 10 members of the same family.
We stopped watching after half an hour.

This movie has made the cardinal sin of relegating the interesting bits to the background. In this case, the interesting bits are Alec Guiness, all 10 of him. But each Alec barely appears on screen for more than a few seconds before the main character kills him. And the main character has this irritating habit of droning on and on about random minutiae in what is likely supposed to be a parody of upper-class snoot language.

We watched Monty Python instead. Much better.

Sorry, Alec, your legacy remains at Star Wars for now.

ReBjorn

Let's try this again.