tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773410457159040143.post2494765125249886394..comments2023-10-23T18:00:38.379+02:00Comments on Lille Fnugg: My index card will be blanktone almhjellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05213144552658031984noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773410457159040143.post-3151339304801661212009-03-11T16:36:00.000+01:002009-03-11T16:36:00.000+01:00Oh, good. When I read that about Gwen, I worried. ...Oh, good. When I read that about Gwen, I worried. I had to read the comments a few times to realize it was a gerbil you were referring to!Laini Taylorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14064837312936707024noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773410457159040143.post-50872543563326088062009-03-11T12:36:00.000+01:002009-03-11T12:36:00.000+01:00That's true, Laini. Barefoot is good.The memory ma...That's true, Laini. Barefoot is good.<BR/><BR/>The memory machine works that way in my story, the day you don't know how to play anymore, your card can't be read. But the great thing is that your child spark, that mysterious wonderful energy that kids possess, doesn't disappear - it goes into the fabric of the Inners and is really the magic from of which that realm is made.<BR/><BR/>So I actually suspect that my card has been blank for a while (I still remember rigging up all my barbies to play, dressing them up, arranging the furniture, deciding on a (quite dramatic) scenario, and then - nothing. Nothing ensued. But then the boy I liked rang the doorbell, and the dolls and lack of games were instantly forgotten. Swoosh, gone, and not even missed, not for many years).<BR/><BR/>And just to clarify, Gwen the kitten, who is named for Gwen in my story, who is named for my sweet, little gerbil, is doing just fine.tone almhjellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05213144552658031984noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773410457159040143.post-64948697815085006822009-03-10T21:31:00.000+01:002009-03-10T21:31:00.000+01:00Tone, it doesn't mean anything! With an imaginatio...Tone, it doesn't mean anything! With an imagination like yours, it'll take more than a bad winter to turn you into a "grownup"!! I love the winter and even the rainy dreary long spring we have here, but I am starting to look ahead to sunshine. Yesterday it was so cold we finally built a fire, only the chimney had gotten blocked somehow since we never make fires, and we smoked the house! Today we keep saying, "Smells like sausages."<BR/><BR/>Sunshine would be good, just about now. Then you can walk barefoot in grass, something no grownup would ever do!Laini Taylorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14064837312936707024noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773410457159040143.post-92185125462111588782009-03-10T16:20:00.000+01:002009-03-10T16:20:00.000+01:00You will never completely grow up, don't worry. Ju...You will never completely grow up, don't worry. <BR/><BR/>Just think about your jitters when christmas is approaching. And the way the smallest, pretty thing can mean the world to you on a regular wednesday afternoon, even it cost less than a bag of chips.<BR/><BR/>That's when they can see you on your card, and they will know when to look. <BR/><BR/>;*Li:nehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04329398566578390771noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773410457159040143.post-8030315267298787712009-03-10T12:30:00.000+01:002009-03-10T12:30:00.000+01:00I had to put little Gwen to sleep because she had ...I had to put little Gwen to sleep because she had started getting cramps. And stupidly, when the vet asked if I wanted to be there, I thought, yes, it would probably be better for Gwen to have someone familiar hold her, so okay.<BR/><BR/>I couldn't sleep for weeks afterwards. I felt like a monster. afer some time, I even called the vet to ask what it actually felt like, getting that shot. <BR/><BR/>Later, writing a little story for my sister, set in a fantasy world, with Gwen as one of two main characters, felt really, really good. <BR/><BR/>Still does, I suppose, though the story has deepened and outgrown this episode a long time ago.tone almhjellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05213144552658031984noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773410457159040143.post-84209101313367364222009-03-09T23:33:00.000+01:002009-03-09T23:33:00.000+01:00Your card won't be blank. It'll just be filed in ...Your card won't be blank. It'll just be filed in a different place, with a new card paper-clipped to it. You can still pull it out and find it when you need to. <BR/><BR/><BR/>p.s. I had a gutsy little hamster. I adored her and doted on her, and when she died at the ripe old age of 2.5, she was buried in the quintessential pet funeral. Shoebox interred in the backyard, torrential rainstorm, pile of jonquils on the gravesite. Sigh.Heidihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14349059806462131332noreply@blogger.com