Once upon a time, while I was packing up things at my mom's house, I started a novel titled "The Memory Box". It began around the concept of a box of things from high school -- a box full of bits of memory.
Tonight, while looking for old stories I wrote for the Vampyres list long ago, I ended up at The Lady in Black's page, and re-read some things she and Eric and Josh and I all wrote together (as The Lady, Jester, Jaye, and Laurie & Bridget). I found myself being sucked back into the person I was 7 years ago, and the person I oftentime miss still. The things the Voices said to me inside my mind, and the things the Voices were in my life.
And an hour or two later I looked up and remembered I was supposed to be doing something else. Like posting game moves. Or sleeping.
I did not trip down memory lane tonight.
I was sucked into the memory vortex.Posted by Deb Atwood at June 04, 2002 11:08 PM