My personal spam minx is only a few short compliments away from coaxing me into approving her comments. “I congratulate, it seems remarkable idea to me is” now officially ranks as my go-to commendation in any and all situations. Engaged? I congratulate, it seems remarkable idea to me is. Having a baby? I congratulate, it seems remarkable idea to me is. Bereaving the death of a loved one? I congratulate, it seems remarkable idea to me is. There is no end to the uses I have for this comment.
I have nothing of particular note to say, so have a piece of an idea I was working on the other day:
“What did you do?”
“I humiliated my CO in front of a superior. He blamed me for this assignment. Thought it was my fault he was passed over for promotion.”
Sanderson gave him a look. “Was it?”
Barnaby snorted, more disdainful than amused. “You don’t need to scuttle a sinking ship.”
“But you did scuttle it,” Sanderson clarified, grin starting to form around his mouth.
Barnaby coughed, trying to look less pleased with himself. “I did at that.”
I say “the other day” but that actually translates to “a couple months ago.” I should probably work on my focus.
Speaking of which, I’m not sure if I’m productive or lazy. A new poem, “Color this Land,” is the juxtaposition of trying to be both simultaneously.