THE END.

[pjthompson]

Just a wee story, like pulling teeth the whole way, but it’s the first time I’ve finished a work of fiction in a very, very long time.

It was always like dreaming for me, something I couldn’t wait to get back to each day, but it hasn’t been like that since before my mother died. I don’t know if the sit-butt-on-chair-and-start-pulling-teeth method is my new reality or just the painful first steps to a full recovery, but I’ll take it either way, or any half-assed step between.

Now for the next story.

Mirrored from Better Than Dead.

Comments

[mount_oregano]

Congratulations!

[pjthompson]

Thanks!

[sartorias]

Good for you! May that continue!

[pjthompson]

Thanks!

[marycatelli]

O frabjous day!

[pjthompson]

Thank you!

[asakiyume]

Congratulations! That's wonderful news!

And about the feel of the process... I think things do change. It may not go back to how it was before, but it will probably change from what it is now.

[pjthompson]

Thank you. Hope so.

[tolcath]

Well done!

[pjthompson]

Thank you.