Life goes on
Jul. 1st, 2011 12:51 pmSo, yesterday I told Page that I was going to be staying at my parents' place for a few days longer than him and his dad. This morning he woke up crying about a nightmare where I was gone for three years. (Fear of abandonment, anyone?)
I explained in as many ways as my tired brain could think of that I was going to be gone only a few extra days (one day more than the Aeternitas weekend), that it was to work on the mural there (a work trip and partial truth), that I would call every day and that he IS my home and heart, so I'm not going to be away for longer than that.
He seemed to accept that, but he's sticking very close to me today. Needing my attention every five seconds.
*sigh* It's Friday, isn't it?
Haven't been on here much because all of my effort has been going into writing Shelter. I'm almost at the end of chapter 22 (otherwise known as The Monster. It's over 8000 words so far), with only a scene to go, and then there's two chapters left. And it is definitely only two chapters left.*
( Garden, Page and me. )
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I explained in as many ways as my tired brain could think of that I was going to be gone only a few extra days (one day more than the Aeternitas weekend), that it was to work on the mural there (a work trip and partial truth), that I would call every day and that he IS my home and heart, so I'm not going to be away for longer than that.
He seemed to accept that, but he's sticking very close to me today. Needing my attention every five seconds.
*sigh* It's Friday, isn't it?
Haven't been on here much because all of my effort has been going into writing Shelter. I'm almost at the end of chapter 22 (otherwise known as The Monster. It's over 8000 words so far), with only a scene to go, and then there's two chapters left. And it is definitely only two chapters left.*
( Garden, Page and me. )
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