This is MY Bed! – Silent Sunday

image: Usako and Vincent, from martha0stout's phone

image: Usako and Vincent, from martha0stout’s phone


Mad – Random Rambling Snippet

My nephew was asking me a question about the villains in the Nolan Batman trilogy, asking which was crazy and I just looked at him and said, “We’re all mad here.” And then smiled my crazy smile while he just Looked at me.

It was the best part of my entire day.

Complete Me

You wanna play? –The Joker, from The Dark Knight


For I must have my other half

Or my life is not a life

I find that I must have them in my life

Let them be the light to my dark


The only world where the Joker isn’t the bad guy is in one of the alternate universes where all of the Justice League were the bad guys and so all of the villains were the good guys.

It was a trippy world.

Artist’s Birthday – Thankful Thursday

Today is my sister’s (the one just older than me) thirtieth birthday. She’s very talented with her hands and can make just about anything. She makes delicious eclairs and her drawings are beautiful. She painted Mom a picture with blue bonnets once because Mom was missing the flowers that bloomed at her childhood home in Texas. She can also embroider very finely. She’s like Mom in that regard. They both can make beautiful things with their hands.

My eldest niece wants to be able to draw as well as my sister does and whenever anyone compliments her drawings, her response is always, “Oh, I’m no good at this; you should see what my aunt draws.”

They both are very good at art and crafts and things like that.

I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m grateful for my sister and for the years that she’s been here. I’m not an artist. I write and I can plan things and I can clean, but I’m not an artist. My niece’s mom (my other sister) also isn’t an artist, so I’m glad that Catie has someone she can look up to and ask questions about drawing and such.

Check out the original Thankful Thursday. (Will update link at some point.)


You don’t fear death, you welcome it. You’re punishment must be more severe. –Bane, from The Dark Knight Rises


Comet had never feared death; for all that she didn’t quite know just where she’d end up after her demise.

It wasn’t quite…real…to her.

Her own death, that is, not the concept itself.

For someone as long lived as she and her sister, death was something that happened to other people, not to her. Death only touched her heart and mind, it had never laid a single bony finger on her body.

That didn’t mean that she didn’t fear it coming for those that she had come to care about. Maybe that was why she so often interposed herself between one of the few that had taken residence within her heart and what, to them, would have been certain death.

For her it was merely a flesh wound.

“You don’t seem to fear those that attack your comrades,” the current enemy opined even as they danced their deadly dance, “Nor do you fear the hits that you take for them. Why is that, I wonder…”

Her opponent trailed off for a moment before something like understanding flashed in his eyes and a terrible smile grew across his face. “You don’t fear those that attack your comrades unless they actually might hit and it’s strong enough to do lethal damage. You don’t block other attacks only tho-“

Comet didn’t know why she’d let them ramble on like that before ending the battle and the enemy’s life. She didn’t know why she’d done it quite as viciously as she had either.

(And no one would ever convince her otherwise.)

I feel like this was not one of my better ones, but I looked and looked and looked at it while writing and after writing and couldn’t get it to come out any other way at the moment. I’m blaming the migraine that hovers and spikes and then dulls just enough for the story idea to annoy me enough to make me miss the migraine. (It’s that kind of day.)