100 Words - Slow it Down

It snowed yesterday. Not just here where I am, but in a lot of places. Seems it's been snowing just about everywhere in the U.S. I can practically feel the collective smug look of Global Warming non-believers.

Sorry about this super late posting. Before the snow I had a computer failure, followed by a power outage, followed by slow internet, THEN came the snow. So all my computer time went into catching up on work. I work from home, and on deadlines and quotas, so I don't get snow days and I don't get paid for my computer being cranky either. When it snowed and the world got all calm and quiet, I seized that opportunity to get a full day of catch up in.

I got a few emails from family and friends during the down/frantic-catch-up time and when I didn't respond right away they assumed either their internets were broken, or I had finally followed through on my threat to disappear into the Rain Forest. Remember when long distance communication relied on horses and carriers?

Yeah, me either.

Which is precisely why I sometimes threaten to run off to the Rain Forest. Between teenagers, a partner, a cat, clients, friends, and family, there's a whole lot of connecting going on, and very little silence with which to be in my own head. To have five minutes of uninterrupted thoughts. Of course I love all these people, that goes without saying. And most of the time I love connecting with them. But if several days string together in a row in which I've had no time to write, to think, to prowl around with my camera, or to just be me, in my own head -- the life force just drains right out of me.

I'm a classic introvert. Not shy, mind you. Introverts are not shy. The tell-tale sign you're an introvert is if you need alone time to rejuvenate. That's what the experts say. I think they should add that if you DON'T get your alone time, you start scheming about your disappearance into the Rain Forest. Also, that your mind feels like it's been shot through leaving you with a big dark hole right in the middle - the place where previously enjoyable activities were once located. Things like writing.

Just sayin.

I'm better now.

On to this week's pick. It came down to two and I waffled back and forth, but finally landed on Tinfoil Magnolia's piece. Probably just a coincidence that the subject resonated.


Kate had spent the last hour waiting at her window table, watching cars go by. The lunchtime noise drowned out the bell on the front door. When she finally glanced around she saw her friend, looking long and lean in jeans and cowboy boots, slowly making her way through the crowd. She stopped at each table to address the patrons personally.

Ellie caught her eye and gave her a smile and wink, mouthing “sorry”. As Kate rolled her eyes and stabbed the last onion ring with her fork she wondered, again, if anyone here ever got in a hurry.

Now you've got just three days to write something on the prompt taken from A Good Woman, by Louis Bromfield.


"One thing she saw, was clear--that Philip did not mean to run away as his father had done. He had returned to fight it out, with his dark jaw set stubbornly, because there was in him something of herself, which his father had lacked, something which, though she could not define it, filled her with uneasiness. She, the invincible Emma, was a little frightened by her own son."