

Science fiction, fantasy, mystery and what-not
I found myself thinking about Chris Woods this morning. He’s a friend who died of cancer a few years ago.
Egregious: that’s why I was thinking of him. I was using the word in my head. That triggered The Neurons to remember a time when I was having a beer with Chris and he used the word. One of many reasons I enjoyed Chris’s company is because he would correctly use words like egregious. As one friend said, “my conversations with Chris were never long enough or ever finished.”
And then, since the door was opened, apparently, I thought of the late, great Quinn, a little sweetheart of a cat who lived with me for over ten years. Like Chris, cancer chased the life out of Quinn. Never more than eight pounds, he packed a huge personality into that little being.
It’s weird and odd and other words about how our mind works on its own. So don’t mind me and my memories of the dead.
I don’t mind.

Quinn, not Chris, watching something.
Monday morning. 6:15 AM. She awoke to an alarm. Her phone. Yes, time to get up and go to exercise class.
But there was no class today. She could sleep in. She found the phone to turn it off.
The phone was already off.
The alarm had stopped.
Must have been her beautiful mind trying to take care of her.
Changing seasons
changing times
changing clothes
changing rhymes
Changing mind
changing ways
changing hours
changing days
Changing tastes
changing drinks
changing food
changing links
Changing sea
changing skies
changing clouds
changing eyes
Changing hope
changing dreams
changing plans
changing schemes
I like this quote. Writing is a relationship with my mind, and not just an escape or an attempted career path.
It’s always why I like having dreams at night, and remembering and thinking about them. They’re another part of the relationship with my mind.