Dress. Sleeves. TARDIS. Seats. So many. Oh, so many. PenKnights in fedoras. He has the clicker. Mr. S. Every book is a TARDIS. Every writer is the Doctor. Every reader is a companion. It’s here. I can’t believe it’s here. Life. Precious. Important. Shipwreck. Value. On stage. 12th century. Belong. “Food.” Sleeve adventures. Nerves. Owls. Kalina, Lindsay, Miles, Justin, Sandy, Sierra, Brian. Bjorn. Where is Bjorn? Bjorn is late. Uncomfortable. Awkward. Read. Critique. It’s okay. Sporks. Afternoon blur. Skype Er. Hug Tianna, I’m sure. Platypi supper. Laughter. Memories. Stuffed platypi! Gross greasy grouse. Man vs. Cafeteria. Laughter. Pictures. Video. Mark Twain in TARDIS. Golden arm. Amazing. First fifty pages. Cheers. Drink. Cheers. Drink. Cheers. Question and answer. Good stuff. Grassy Knoll. Search for Blaine. OYANers go poof. Curfew. Die. Not really. (Love you, Mr. S.)
Mrs. S. is a pirate. Celtic day. Hug Tianna. Gaelic Gangsters. Dancing Texans don’t dance. Bolts of lightening. No useless knowledge. Leaf. Niggle. Knight of Elyon. Write, always write. Of course. Write. Never stop. Write. Description. Pain in head. Description inhales air quickly. I will learn. Lunch. Light saber fights. Costumes. Costumes. Costumes. Critique group. Bjorn late again. More comfortable. Lone Wolf, Chelsea Smile, Third Time, Forest of Lies...Sporks again. Hug Tianna. Celtic singing. Trash can? Drum. Kilt. Scarborough Fair. Amazing Grace. Food and laughs. Silent football. Mister Gamemaster, sir. Platypi row. Christian Speculative Fiction. Largest group in nation. Too many good books. World details. Long list. I am sunk. I can still learn, right? Music, music, music. Mr. S. is Scottish. Hug. Sing. Dance. Laugh. So many groups. Fiddler on the Roof. Shared cookie. Halfway. How can we be halfway. How?
Pony coloring book. Robin Hood in afro. Or William Tell? Pen mightier than arrow...Publishing houses and proposals. Good with me. Panel. Critique groups. I am late. Mentoring session. Exciting. Editor. New York City. Return. Pepperoni animals. Parliament of Pepperoni Animals Eating Owls with Sporks? Maybe. Just maybe. Whovians. So many. Everything grows. Awful lot of running. Dinner. Ice cream sticks. Laughter. Sides hurt. Contest videos. Braden sings. Crush on characters? Yeeeeep. Adventure box, God box. Same box. <3 C. S. Lewis. Improv. More laughter. Book quotes. Wal-mart. 95% of the Earth. Rebellion! D.y.i.n.g. Posing with TARDIS. Improv team becomes cooler. Kor’Vare is mature. Tired. Sprinklers. Refuse depression.
Prey on the weak that you might be strong. Wow, Sarumon. IRS agent. Accents, accents, more accents. On stage. God through me. Blab. Hope they get it. Think they get it. Jesus won. They must get it. Laughing Lothlorien Ladies. Dudney and Jonny. Mr. S. and Mr. Oswald. Changing world. Exciting. Platypi lunch. Signing t-shirts. Mocking signing t-shirts. Laughter. So much laughter. Late to critiques again. Denouement is working. Hurrah! Important things: signing, signing, signing. Music and tumblr. Disney face swap. Braden. Taped. Execution. Out with the...cameras. Photo shoot of Addison’s face. Mini-Ten and my hat at supper. Calleigh’s swords. Poking. Ice cream contest. It’s almost over. How did this happen. Enjoy it. Enjoy it now. Eat sugar for supper. Real food is bleh. CELERY. CoatRack. Singing. Marxist turtles. Quilt. War of Two Trees. Life and Death. Tears. Thunderous applause. We’re bigger on the inside. Testimonies. So many. More tears. Good tears. That’s love. Love hurts. Beauty hurts. Extended curfew. Still too short. Last hug. She’s gone. Winding down. Prayer. Talking. Ninja. Goodbye, Elizabeth x 6. Cry. Countdown. Love. Tears. Laughter. So. Much. Love. Heaven. Hugs & Tears. Flying man-hugs. Inside jokes. Change the world. O.Y.A.N. Life is good. Very good. Beautiful.
So much to come. Separated. Strong.
OYAN Workshop 2012.