Tweet Tales Tuesday Week 209

Saturday was an exciting day! First, at around 6am, snow started to fall in the Lowcountry. Now as I’ve stated many times, I hate the cold, but snow is different. It’s kind of magical. At least for someone like me who rarely gets to see it. I know there are many people right now who would disagree as they’re still trying to dig out from under the storm. 
But for me, it was thrilling to see the flakes coming down. I threw a coat over my pajamas and ran outside with my dogs. They pranced and danced right alongside me as I tried to catch flakes on my tongue. 
Dogs int the snow
It did end up sticking a bit, but it wasn’t enough to build even an ant-sized snowman. Just a thin layer of beautiful crystals. I know we always hear about every snowflake being unique, but I was surprised at how varied and intricate they were. Mother Nature truly is an artist. 
Then later that afternoon, I attended the Wild Dunes Resort Author Event, with Mary Alice Monroe, Debbie Macomber, and Andie MacDowell as the guest speakers. Reading Partners (my favorite way to volunteer) was involved, since raising money for literacy was the goal of the event. They had their own table and invited me to attend, which was a wonderful surprise. Since they gave me two tickets and my mom is a fan of Andie MacDowell, I took her as my date.
Jocelyn and Joyce
The event was very cool - free wine and fancy food, and lots of people passionate about literacy. Mary Alice, Debbie, and Andie then spoke for an hour. Andie was part of the panel because she starred in the TV show The Cove based on Debbie's series, and she’s starring in a movie based on Mary Alice's The Beach House. All three women were extremely funny, and their stories about how they got their starts were very inspiring. 
Alice Monroe and Andie MacDowell
I succumbed to the fan-girliness of it all and bought books by Debbie and Mary Alice to have signed by all three of them. They were all very sweet about chatting for a bit, and my mom and Andie even talked about the fact that they both attended Winthrop University. Andie also had a little dog with her that she’d rescued a few weeks ago – the one that caused the airplane kerfuffle on Twitter. And I’m Team Andie about the whole thing – if she paid for first class, she should have either gotten it or been reimbursed, as I think anyone who had paid that much for a ticket would think, famous or not. Using the phrase ‘tourist class’ was maybe not the best idea, but I think it was poor word choice rather than being elitist. And she was just so sweet on Saturday that it’s hard to think badly about her.
Debbie Macomber, and Andie MacDowell
Anyway, lots of fun stuff on Saturday. And then today the temperature got up to 68, so I’m happy to be warm again.
And now for this week’s 15 Minute Tweet Tales word:

15 Minute Tweet Tales

scripturient - having a desire or passion for writing; having a liking or itch for authorship.
Mary Alice and Debbie’s stories definitely showed they have scripturient longings. Listening to them talk about how they got started writing and the difficulties they’d overcome certainly lit a fire under me. And now for my tweet tale:
1/26 - Words murmur in her mind when trying to sleep, distract her while awake. The scripturient urge will drive her mad if she doesn't comply.
Play along and write a tweet tale for the above word. If you’re willing to share, post it on twitter with the hashtag #15tt or add it below in the comments because I’d love to read your tales. Any thoughts about this week's tweet tale or #15tt word?


Medeia Sharif's picture

Looks like a great event. Those crystal look pretty. I had a chance to see crystals a few years ago during a trip, since there's no snow where I am.

xiaojun's picture

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And then the curtains were dropped, the watcher retired a little out of sight, and everything was subdued into absolute stillness. Mrs. Damerel sat down noiselessly in the background, and covered her face with her hands, and wept silent tears, few and bitter. She had felt him to be hard upon her many a day; she had seen what was wanting in him; but he was her husband, the first love of her youth, and her heart was rent asunder by this separation. She had enough to think of besides, had she been able; she had poverty to face, and to bring up her children as best she could in a world which henceforward would not be kind and soft to them as it had been hitherto. Her soul was heavy with a consciousness of all that was before her; but, in the mean time, she had room for no distinct feeling except oneā€”that her husband, her love, was going to be taken from her. This tremendous parting, rending asunder of two lives that had been one, was more than enough to fill all her mind; she had room for nothing more.

And he slept, or thought he slept, floating out of the vague pain and wonder of his waking thoughts into strange, vague visions, dimmer still, and then back again to the fancies which were waking and not sleeping. There was a dim impression of painfulness in them, rather than pain itself; wonder, curiosity, and that strange sense of an absolute blank which makes the soul giddy and the brain swim. Sometimes his mind seemed to himself to wander, and he got astray somehow, and felt himself sinking in an unfathomable sea, or striving to make his way through some blackness of night, some thorny wood in which there was no path. I suppose he was asleep then; but even he himself scarcely knew.

When he woke it was evening, and the lamp, carefully shaded, had been lit at the other end of the room. He liked the light; and, when he stirred and spoke, the watchers made haste to draw back the curtains. The serene evening sky, full of soft tints of reflection from the sunset, with breaks of daffodil light melting into ineffable soft greenness and blueness, shone in through the uncurtained window which he liked to have left so, that he might see the sky. Rose and her mother were close by the bright circle made by the lamp, one of them preparing some drink for him, the other opening a new bottle of medicine which had just been sent. Though it was all so familiar to him, the fact that he was to go away so soon seemed to throw a strangeness over everything, and gave a bewildering novelty even to the figures he knew so well.

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