Snippet

Here's something I wrote of which I'm both fond and uncertain-- especially the last bit. Braeden's a barista stuck as an unwilling minion of Hell, working a drive-thru espresso stand out in Lynden. My protagonist is paying him a visit to poke him for info.


I'm having so much fun determining what all my characters drink. :-P (Bree's a mocha girl, and I don't think Ianto would ever drink anything with less than two shots in it.) I'm going to have to stop by the Black Drop and deliberately soak up more coffee lingo. I've already soaked up a lot by simple osmosis, but since I don't drink coffee myself, I'm not positive of my terminology. Can I say Doppio Americano? (double shot with water)

Anyway, the snippet:

"Steam wisped around Braeden’s shoulders like the breath of Hell, the hiss and rumble of the espresso machine echoing the cars crowding Meridian. Outside, the sky opened wide above them, brilliant blue above the grey concrete sprawl, while Braeden stood in his little steaming hot box, bound to the service of Hell, commuters bound for Hell, and Canadians bound for outlet malls."

Dream

Last night I dreamed McCain voluntarily dropped out of the race for health reasons, and we ended up with Rudy Giuliani as the Republican candidate. In the dream, I was happy about this (at least, the McCain dropping out bit). I've had a lot of dreams where nothing happens, I'm just standing around being happy with the way the election season is going.

What would happen if McCain suddenly dropped of a heart attack or something? Ron Paul? Huckabee? I can't imagine my dream is accurate.

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I'm in Elizabeth Park, listening to a sweet band. :-)

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At long, long last, I saw my first Dr. Who. Episode 1 of the new show.
Dear god, I hope it gets better. I want to keep liking Christopher Eccleston.