Finally turned my iPad on after a good year of not using it. Went through my old notes and found this:
“ Last year, he broke his arm. Penelope had roped him into going surfing at five in the morning and convinced him he could handle the high tide. Instead, he was throw at warp speed from his fish and hit the sand bar with brute force. His Uncle Calum once dropped a four litre jug of sweet tea on his bare little toes when he was four and visiting his Dad during a few stops on the Warped Tour. Their energetic mutt, Rocco, had ran over him when he was a baby and sent him rolling across the back lawn like a boccie ball. His best friend had smacked him upside the head a few times with his bass case when carrying it from the garage to his car and he had lost count of how many times he had accidentally electrocuted himself while setting up vox boards to record with. All of that, Connor could survive. He would even handle his older sister purposefully socking him in the balls when he called her a ‘granola freak’ or when Miles Hemmings accidentally hit him in the special area while having a kick around behind a venue. Connor would take any of those situations over the feeling he currently had jumbled up inside of him, scratching like sharp nails against his sides and pulling at his lining, opening up wounds wherever they could. If this was heartbreak, he didn’t know how anyone survived it and considering he was actively trying to be a musician, Connor couldn’t imagine turning this unimaginable ache into stunning poetry. ”
Just a random paragraph. I’m not sure what I was trying to turn it into. It made me smile and miss writing about the little families on here. It would be really nice to get into it again, but so far no success. I have a couple days off later in the week. Let’s see what comes of it.