There's much to be said for 2:30 am

Jeremy said I should include pictures with my posts. He assures me it's a good idea even if they're random. Therefore...

This is a picture of my desk, lately. Cozy. Littered. Love it.

Why in the world would anyone care. Oh well.
Hey, I know. Everyone post a picture of their desk. Or a desk, if you don't have one. We'll add to the litter of pointless pictures clogging up the internet. This gives us something to write home about.

Here's what I'm considering for a prologue to The Manuscript. Considering that when I began I had no idea what was going to come out, it's not too shabby.

I give you, Prologue:

My memories are...erratic. I remember how the ocean sounded, breaking its foamy fists on the cliff face. I remember dirt and chalky rocks breaking away beneath my toes and spinning through the atmosphere, making tiny white dots on the surface of the water. My mother caught my wrist just in time, pulling me safely against herself. I cried, terrified of the horrible thought: Death in the water.
"The ocean is not evil," she murmured in my ear, caging my fragile existence inside her warm arms. I smelled her salt essence, tinged with rose oil. It was the smell of home. "It can be very dangerous, but it is not evil."
"I don't like it," I sniffed, burying my face in the soft crook of her elbow. I tasted my tears on my lips, and breathed salty rose into my lungs. "Can we leave?"
"Avoid falling into it, but do not run from its glory. Look."
I looked, and saw fearsome beauty in the glittering waters, painted pearl and jade and scarlet by the glowing paintbrush of sun that hung just above the horizon. We sat in the long yellow grass on top of the cliff and watched the sun disappear behind the rim of the world. We saw the elusive flash of green that was the sun's last light shining through the water. We watched the stars appear in a clear twilight.
"The dawn always comes," she said when I lamented the coming night. "You will live to welcome the morning."
I have lived through many nights since then. I have faced terrors more horrible than the ocean. I have faced the terror of love. The terror of destiny. The terror of loss. I have been conquered.
When I stood on the cliff edge the second time, my mother was not there to catch me.
When I fell, I didn't even remember her.
I didn't remember anything.