Two Week Hiatus

It's time for a two-week hiatus. I could attempt to sue many letters to express my reasoning, but I'll only need two. CI. Work promises to bury me these next two weeks, so I'm offering up a blog-hold as an appeasement to the gods. Wish me luck, and we'll get back to fiction (something epistolary, please) on November 9th.

No Letter Weds-Friday

It's been a bad week. Picking up where I left off on Monday. ..sigh...

I6: Impotent

Heck couldn't believe he was, well, that he was....
"It's not working," he slumped onto April, unable to say the word. Their sweat was cooler than it should have been, by far.

H6: Hard

It's not hard, kicking a man when he's down. I've even enjoyed it, once or twice, depending on the height of my heels.

G6: Grand

Get this! I rediscovered an old story today, and realized why, I think, it didn't work. How about this for the final sentence? Does it make you wonder what comes before?


Christie stood somewhere between the table and the sink, the pile of bills at her side, and looked out her clear kitchen window to where the grand, blinking sun shined greenly through the leaves.

F6: Free

Just the quick drive to the ocean did it -- Heck finally, finally felt free.

E6: Election

Since the election, Juliet had been insufferable; now that she could finally vote, she acted as if she was the only one of us who knew how.

D6: Derail

Tomorrow is shaping up to miserable, so despite the Columbus Day holiday, I decided to post "D" tonight. Wouldn't want my best intentions tomorrow to be... derailed. Ugh.

It wasn't the freckles on the girls cheeks that threatened to derail Monica and Trevor's marriage; it was the fact that when he noticed the girl's sun-kissed face, Monica realized she didn't care.

C6: Court

I couldn't believe it - the bluebells, the wine, the solicitation - Graham was courting me! Of course.

B6: Boy

Her cheeks flushed and prickled. What was this, she wondered. He was just a boy.

A6: Afterbirth

"He's a shit, darling, A wanker," Vic whispered in my ear. "He's bloody afterbirth is what he is."

Z5: zig-zag

She's got a zig-zag scar just at her temple there, where a boy with a cricket stick accidentally clubbed her after crashing through our door.

Y5: Yankee

"You telling me you not a Yankee?" Reston asked, one eye tightening and his head rearing slightly back. I watched his face and waited for it to smile.

W5: There is no W5

Perhaps this was intentional somehow. Maybe I knew that as I snuck up on Z, I'd need a moment to pause and think about the next round of the alphabet.
Do I continue writing sentences that keep me loosely connected to my top 3 or 4 story ideas?
I've done random sentences, questions, and more specific sentences.
Am I gaining something by doing this? Is it actually keeping me connected, or just giving me an excuse?

V5: Victim

I've never felt like anybody's victim before. I couldn't believe it was Reston who made me feel that way today.