Okay, so, this is the point in the book at which all hell breaks loose. That seems appropriate for today, since my brother had a heart attack this morning. I know.
He's only 56, for crying out loud. And he runs. And cycles, and does every other damn vigorous cardiovascular thing you can think of. What the hell? Apparently, artery plaque doesn't care how much of a jock you are.
Well, I'm happy to say that in our case, the author of these events is kinder than I tend to be with my own characters, and currently my brother is resting comfortably and seems to be doing fine. Thank goodness. Send him some good vibes anyway. Can't hurt.
No picture today. It's damn hard to find appropriate ones and I'm just not up to it.
All the Colors of Love Chapter 13 -- The Christmas Morning Massacre

All good thoughts for your brother.
Posted by: KL | March 12, 2010 at 03:50 PM