The Precious Life and Rambles of Liz Tattler

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    ÉricÉric
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      (And her struggles with editorial and cleaning staff anarchy)

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    • #3746
      TracyTracy
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        “What dragon tree in the park?” asked Elizabeth, frowning. “Oh, that one! Well, the funny thing is that I haven’t seen it again since.”

        #3747
        ÉricÉric
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          “Speaking of witch…” Percy said, “I’m getting late for my Wednesday voodoo lesson. A sample of blood from a dragon tree would have come in handy. Less messy than chicken.
          “Oh, don’t patronize me now Liz, you know your bacon has nothing vegetarian about it, no matter what your Americano friends believe…”

          #3754
          TracyTracy
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            Elizabeth frowned, and wondered: who the fuck was Percy? She sighed deeply, wondering if there was any way round it, or if there was no option but to read back and get the facts in order.

            #3755
            TracyTracy
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              The ever patient Finnley patted her shoulder kindly as she swept past holding a watering can. “Why not just make up some new characters dear, like you usually do?”

              #3756
              TracyTracy
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                Sally Salamander sought solace, sedately, serenely, surreptitiously slinking slyly sideways so slippery she seemed somewhat stoic and stalwart. Several stunned seedy souls slipped suddenly, sensing the sound of silence.

                #3757
                ÉricÉric
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                  “Remember, there is no point in struggling so hard at making sense. You should relax and write what comes. It’ll be all future syncs to those in the now. The random cloud will take care of the rest.”

                  A parrot had never spoken truer words mused Liz’.

                  #3760
                  TracyTracy
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                    “Future syncs to those in the now,” repeated Liz.
                    She waited.
                    Nothing was coming.

                    #3761
                    TracyTracy
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                      One thing did pop into her mind though: that he hadn’t said that on the Mars thread.

                      #3762
                      ÉricÉric
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                        The parrot reached for the like button like a sheep, but alas there was none.

                        #3767
                        F LoveF Love
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                          “Strictly speaking, someone’s stolen several silly senseless sheep since Saturday,” said Sally Salamander sagely.

                          #3768
                          TracyTracy
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                            “Mustn’t mention Mars” mumbled Molly Mulligan morosely. “Muddled murky misunderstood malarkey; most misleading.”

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                            Finnley, there you are!” Elizabeth snickered at the new Filipino maid, “don’t balk at me like that, darling, and read me a quote of dear ol’ Lemone, from his inspired words of wide wisdom in his new compilation of aphorisms Reduction of My Broad Thinking .”

                            The new nurse was looking desperately around the nursing home’s room. She’d been warned her patient was a tough cookie, or that’s probably what they meant by ‘tart pickle’ anyway.

                            “Yes, yes, that book!” Liz shrieked of delight. Since Godfrey left her for Marcella, she never quite recovered.

                            She could hear the words pouring in her head like an earworm symphonie of words in knots, and of naughts in wad.

                            Prunella started to read the phonebook with painful anguish, while Elizabeth was writhing in pure delight at the words she was hearing :

                            “Pas de lieu Rhône que noue… Etymologically, the French word dénouement is derived from the Old French word desnouer, “to untie”, from nodus, Latin for “knot.” It is the unravelling or untying of the complexities of a plot. But can we unknot the knot we know not? Hence the need for good plot knot development. My denouement should be done in accordance with swift Japanese johakyo style, but never shy to include a few Dei ex machina, some toasted honeyed MacGuffins, or a tartine of marmite and red herring, washed down with Chekhov’s gunpowder tea.”

                            #3809
                            ÉricÉric
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                              ~ ~ ~ ~ She forgot the trout! ~ ~ ~
                              ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ A read herring, was as good as red. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
                              ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ But for a clue-fish, who would diss a trout ? ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
                              :fish: :fish: :fish: :fish: :fish:

                              :fleuron:

                              Liz’! Liz’!”

                              ELIZABETH !” (sometimes caps were better to catch her attention)
                              “I’ve come back from Mars to take you home.”

                              She couldn’t make out whether the medications were wearing off or kicking in, or was that really Godfrey, back for her?

                              Liz’, I’ve got to tell you the most astonishing things.”
                              Godfrey… I think you should wait a bit…” she slurred words died out in a pool of drool
                              Liz’, wait till I explain you all about the blue benders. Aliens, new frontiers! >-) There’s hope yet for a new best stellar! I’m taking you out of this dreadful nursing home!”

                              #3891
                              ÉricÉric
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                                Liz had taken well to her new prescription drugs.
                                In appearance, it had seemed to have drained out the inexhaustible source of inspiration that let her write novels after novels. Or maybe that was just due to the absence of Finnleys to take care of the editing.

                                In the meantime, Godfrey had worked hard to nurture her back to whatever state she called sanity and suited her best, and gently coax her to resume her former passion.

                                Godfrey, let me retire from writing, it’s too passé.” she was pouring concrete into the silicon molds to make new saint statues. Over the years, she’d accumulated quite a few of those saints and martyrs that she collected (or stole) from derelict places of cult during her travels. She liked to paint them back to life with gaudy colours, mimicking some sort of Mexican style. Sometimes she would dress them, and ask Finnley to sew them clothes and little hats.

                                Strangely, getting her out of the hospice had made her want to populate the whole house with concrete clones of those statues. Maybe to fill a void of inspiration ?
                                Nevertheless, Godfrey was amazed at her capacity to innovate. Her writing momentum was certainly at a low, but did she channel her creativity in many ways.
                                The last batch of Christian martyr statues painted in the many outfits of David Bowie were a testament to that.

                                #3895
                                TracyTracy
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                                  Liz waited until Godfey wasn’t looking, and then spit the pill into her hand. So they thought they could drug her did they, so that she’d miss the signs. Hah! She hadn’t missed the signs: four times now the word KALE (short for Keys Around Lucid Elements) had appeared to her, and it could hardly be a coincidence that word had come from the Other Side of the Lord of the Kale’s progress. Much to everyone’s surprise, the Lord was making a rapid transition, and was already noticing the HOLES (otherwise known as Highest Order of Loose Electrical Signs.)

                                  It wouldn’t be long now before there was a direct communication from the Lord. Liz cackled, and rubbed her bony arthritic hands together. She was ready and eager to hear his report. Godfrey looked at her sharply, so she closed her eyes and pretended to dribble.

                                  #3896
                                  TracyTracy
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                                    “What I really love about this, Finnley,” Liz said, “Is that it really is complete rubbish. I mean, it’s not cleverly pretending to be rubbish, it really IS rubbish. But I am feeling the energy, and I feel that I enjoy such utter rubbish and that’s the feeling that counts. Oh, and by the way, where have you been? You’ve been sorely missed, Finnley dear, there’s been rubbish accumulating all over the place while you’ve been gone.”

                                    #3903
                                    ÉricÉric
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                                      “M’am,” Finnley said with a mischievous smile that was not quite deferential, “There are five strange people at the door. They’re asking for their payments for the fancy drugs. I’ve served them tea, they are waiting for you.”

                                      #3904
                                      TracyTracy
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                                        Godfrey will deal with them, Finnley,” replied Liz. “Please don’t bother me when I’m up to my elbows in latex.”

                                        The new range of life sized Shift Leader Personalities was almost ready for the first pour. Sam had constructed an innovative vibrating table for Liz’s project, using household vibrating tools, and old tyre and a wide plank. She was truly grateful for the new apparatus to reduce the detrimental effect of individual bubbles appearing in the finished products. There was a time and place for bubbles, and concrete wasn’t one of them.

                                        “They want to see you, though,” said Finnley, returning after a short consultation with the guests.

                                        “Well show them in, then,” replied Liz, who had an idea brewing. “Maybe I can cast their body parts into something useful.”

                                        #3905
                                        TracyTracy
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                                          “Explain yourself you wanton harlot,” Finnley muttered under her breath, and then louder: “Shift Leader Personalities? What are they?”

                                          “Well,” Liz started to explain, but was rudely interrupted.

                                          “For fucks sake get a movealong.”

                                          Aghast, Liz looked at Finnley. “It’s not like you to be quite this rude!”

                                          “I will have to teach you how to do it,” the cleaner replied, somewhat enigmatically.

                                          #3906
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                                            “I am enjoying our time together but If you will allow me to explain,” said Finnley.

                                            She then disappeared.

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