An Awful Lot of Walking

Lately I've been doing a lot of walking (I also considered calling this post "You Can Walk On for a Long Time," after a Johnny Cash song - one of the few I've actually heard). I usually carry a few [dozen] books in a cloth bag, as I did this time, seeing as my trips are generally book-related. Today it was slightly wet out, but not unpleasantly so. I like the way yellow-green leaves on trees look in the rain, if you know what I mean. Nature is fun to look at during or shortly after showers. Anyhow, I went to the Cary Library and hung out for a while. I stayed for a bit in the "silent" room, where a lady in the back had her computer sound on for over five minutes with no attempts whatsoever to turn it off. I've been reading The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, which is brilliantly, randomly hilarious. In the end I checked out two audiobooks: Rowan Hood and The Amber Spyglass, along with Holly Black's story collection The Poison Eaters. I talked to Holly on Facebook once, but now I want (NEED) to meet her in person, after I heard that Hannah and Printz did. They're starting up pretty soon, Printz (a book club). I just hope they do that again. They better.

I have a story that needs heavy editing, and I need to watch more Doctor Who. Still on Episode 3.... Also, my father is telling me to take a shower. So, I'll post later. Maybe.

Happy reading,
Lewis

Bronchitis and Stuff

Hey, I posted two days in a row! I feel so accomplished.

Yes indeed, I have bronchitis and pneumonia. I asked my mother if I was going to die, and she replied, "Someday." Ironically, my father had the same answer. I'm sure I'll survive (I always do, it seems), but it's not been pleasant. It hurt to breathe (it just tingles now), and I'd occasionally feel a quick stabbing pain in the chest.

Enough of those details: I should say that I had a rather nice Valentine's Day and ate plenty of chocolate and a super-sour candy called Warheads. I went on a long walk down some trail, and while I could see the distant backs of houses, I felt like I was nowhere near human civilization. Not only was I in the wild; I was on faery grounds. Call me childish, but I will take it as a compliment. It felt so surreal, so oneiric. I went on until I reached the highway they are building, at which point my mother called me to tell me to come home.

Today I returned to school and wrote (or rather, rewrote from memory) a piece of flash fiction that could pass for micro fiction in CW. I may be an aspiring novelist, but right now I only seem to be able to write small stuff. If it's not too much to say, however, I rather enjoyed writing it, and thought it was a good story. I might post it on my Figment (and yes, I use my real name on there), and my first CW story (currently titled "The Death of Love") is already up there.

So yes, I am not altogether well, but I am able to blog. =)

I need to do some stuff now, but comment or whatever!

Toodles!

-Lewis