I don’t get art/writers block. I am in a constant state of art/writers block. I just get very very brief, very very rare moments of art/writers clarity.
so, i don’t know why nobody is really talking about it but it’s canon that ed can play the piano and we did learn that he sings. so the next logical step would be to give ed a scene in season 2 where he plays the piano and sings a song for stede he composed when stede was gone.
The harpsichord is one of the few things he didn’t chuck overboard so…
The decision crystalised at about 2pm, and while it had certainly taken its time forming, once it was there she couldn’t deny its veracity, or its weight. She was resolute, by that point, in the conclusion that she’d come to.
This wasn’t fair.
The punishment didn’t match the crime. Didn’t even come close, now that she actually thought about it, separate from the way his words would slither their way into her head, make her thoughts fuzzy and pleasant. She could barely even remember what she had done wrong, and yet here she was, in the stark light of day, completely without the appropriate undergarments.
Hell, even that was sugar coating it. She somehow felt lucky just having a bra underneath her clothes, let along the utter absence of anything else keeping her decent underneath her skirt. Even worse, she was painfully aware that this wasn’t a physical punishment, but a psychological one. It wasn’t so much the actuality as the imagination that was driving her insane, the sensation that a thousand eyes were staring right up from the floor, an audience of perverts, eyelids rolled back in adulation, as they drank in her nakedness.
Sitting down was its own kind of torture, but at least at her desk she was shielded by wooden planks that hemmed her in like concerned gentlemen tutting and shaking their heads at the indecency of it all. Her work suffered, if only in increments. If only for the first few hours, while it was fresh in her mind.
But as the state became stagnant, it slipped from her mind. Routine kicked in with full force, and it was only when the whisper of her stockings as one thigh slipped over another reminded her that she even gave it a second’s thought. Then it might be ten minutes, or five, before she slipped back into what she was doing.
Then lunch happened.
So much walking, standing, infuriating movement. Again she was on display, and again each moment felt like another blow at the chisel that he’d affixed to her mind, threatening to make her crumble like so much marble with each passing minute. She wanted to go home and pelt him with her purse, but instead she just smiled, made small talk, ate her salad.
But this wasn’t fair. It shouldn't feel fair, it shouldn’t even feel quite as annoyingly enjoyable as she knew it was, that worse, he knew it was. The injustice of it all only seemed to compound the sensations, drive them towards fever pitch until, as soon as half three came along and she was able to take a protracted coffee break, she surged up three floors to the relatively deserted fourth, and lost herself between her legs for fifteen minutes in the empty bathroom.
He’d know, of course, when he checked her after she got home. He’d probably punish her for it, too, and she reckoned the punishment would probably dwarf the infraction.
But then again, she did enjoy her three thirty coffee breaks an inordinate amount.
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“listen to your body. exhaustion isn’t always an indication that you’ve been productive and busy, sometimes exhaustion is your body’s way of telling your mind to set your thoughts down for a little bit, so you can rest, recharge and recalibrate.”
Spent the day with my mom who, if possible, hates Trump even more than I do. A sweet, non-violent, 78 year-old lady who can barely walk turns into raving madwoman at the very thoughtof the guy, to the point that she wishes ill not just on him, but on everyone around him down to the sixth degree of separation.
At one point she looked at me and said, “Honey, I need to apologize to you.”
“For what?” I asked.
“Because it’s my generation that voted for this lunatic, and it’s my generation that doesn’t give a shit about the damage he’s doing to everyone younger than them. I’m so sorry we’re leaving you guys to clean up the mess.”
Well, fuck. My mother was evangelizing against the guy from the get-go. From the start of the primaries. She’s still trying to get people around her to see the truth, but they’re so beholden to FOX News that she can’t get them to watch and/or read any other source of news. Let alone a more-reliable source of news.
(And this in radioactive-blue Massachusetts, BTW. Yeah…)
My mother is the last person who should be apologizing for this shit-show.
