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Working while petting cats
The third tale
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The Highwayman, part deux

If you are a fan of history and romance, you have probably encountered Alfred Noyes's poem "The Highwayman", or the musical version sung by Loreena McKennit. It is about (surprise, surprise ) a highwayman, along with the girl he loves, Bess, the landlord's daughter, and (spoiler alert!) tells the story of their tragic deaths.

Maybe I'm just not romantic, but when I first read this poem as a sophomore in high school, I was struck mostly by the total stupidity of the title character.

Ad mediam noctem

Not used to getting blog posts so close together anymore, are you, O readers? I'm sorry about that. These last couple months haven't been the best time for me. But you knew that, and I'm working on getting back on track, thanks to yesterday's news (YAY for working from home!) and a few other things that are making life easier to handle.

The title of today's Fiction Friday post means roughly "until midnight", but we're not following quite the same plotline as usual in this little story.

Working while petting cats

I'm sure you've heard of WWJD, What Would Jesus Do. But have you discovered WWPC, Working While Petting Cats? That big news I've been promising you finally came to pass, O readers. I have been approved by my boss to try out telecommuting one to two days a week, and my first day in the wonderful world of working remotely was today!

Now if you read my blog's randomness regularly, or pay attention to my Facebook randomness, you may be thinking this news is a tad bit overdue.

The third tale

So contrary to popular opinion, O readers, I am not dead. It's hot enough here that I'm very frustrated, given my house's lack of air conditioning, and the office has been its own kind of frustrating lately (seven-day migraine, anyone?), but things are looking up a bit and therefore I can once again get into the swing of blogging! Welcome back!

Most of the things that happen around here are small, enjoyable but not earth-shattering, like the cats delivering their "prey" of fuzzy slippers to my rug.

Daniela's Curse

Quite a week it's been, O readers. Not as bad as it has been, but still frustrating enough that I took today off when I hadn't thought I was going to, due to my starting to lose patience with the workplace to a dangerous degree. Well, and because I spent last night out at a friend's house and didn't get home until nearly 11. But I digress.

In any case, we interrupt what has been a Fiction Friday series to bring you a random bit of fun that popped into my head courtesy of a couple different sources.

The second tale

So today at work, in between expense reports and scheduling meetings, I wrote a very self-pitying blog post about coincidences of dates and bad things that happened to me and feeling like I'll never be able to enjoy writing again, and so on, and so forth. And then I saved it, and opened up a new document, and wrote a Fiction Friday piece.

Is it my best work ever? Probably not. Is it timeless literature? Definitely not. Is it a cute little story-bit which will give you some enjoyment, O readers?

The first tale

Greetings, O readers, and happy Fiction Friday! I've spent a lot of this week in a daze, stumbling from home to work and back again. Some of this has to be the weather (it's very hot here), and some of it is lack of sleep, but I think some of it is also frustration. I want to do good work, both at my job and in all the things I do at home, but... 

There's always a but, isn't there, O readers? In this case, it has to do with equipment, circumstances, and the like. I'm doing the best I can with what I have.

As soon as possible

So as some of you, O readers, already know, I have a fair-sized extended family, since both my parents have three siblings, and almost all of them are married with children of their own. Yesterday, I attended the wedding of the only cousin on my mom's side who's older than I am, her sister's only son. Why don't we call him Rich, just for fun.

Rich is a doctor, as is his new wife. The ceremony, their first dance, even the way they look at each other, all made it clear they're very much in love.

Of sisters and wishes

Good day, O readers, and welcome once more to this fantastic celebration of Fiction Friday. As I'm sure you've noticed, I haven't been as active online lately as I sometimes am, and for that we must thank my wonderful brain. My wonderful brain has decided that it does not like me, and that it is going to make my life as miserable as possible. 

I could wish that this misery did not propagate outwards and cause other people, like the very patient roommate, to be miserable as well, but sadly it does so.

In the temple

Sometimes, as a writer, you come up with really great, wonderful, fun ideas that both you and your audience love. Sometimes you come up with ideas that you really love, but your audience isn't quite so crazy about. And sometimes you come up with ideas, worlds, characters, that annoy you... and that your audience just completely adores.

I can't really say I've come up with anything that people adore, but if there's one world that refuses to "lie down and die" for me, it's my stories of Trycanta.
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