[left for him at the front desk of the hotel, in a plain envelope marked ‘Robert’]

Robert had gotten the letter before he had left LA and started his own trip to New York, taking the time to write on the plane, a note of his own, folding it up to resemble a little envelope itself. Now all he had to do was wait. And once the journey was over, Robert stepped off the plane, knowing exactly where he had to go to deliver it. [Lucky for him, he was stocked up well on people who could make a few calls around for him.] Before getting to his own hotel, Robert had them drop him off elsewhere and give him approximately five minutes to do what he needed.

it was a simple job even; Robert had found where Summer had been staying, taking the folding up note and writing her name on the front before placing it on the floor, and pushing it under the door. Smile on his face, Robert left the building without bothering to announce his presence, hopping into his escort vehicle and having them bring him to his final destination.

Sitting on the floor, just past the door where Robert had been previously standing, resting on the floor was his too-skilled-folded note, And within, it held the message that follows:


This is completely informal, but you left me a note, so I’m doing the same. Due to the premiere, I’ll be booked up until the afternoon of the 30th. However, after I’ve done my duties of the day on the 30th, you can find me waiting for you in Central Park. On the west side, which seems to be closest to where I’m staying, and much easier for me to get to, and hopefully keep the press off my ass.

From there, we can find something to do away from prying eyes, and perhaps we can discuss the topic of our feelings. How’s that sound?

Come around 3:00PM. I’ll be waiting.

—Downey Junior

Two days, three … Summer had steadfastly avoided watching tv since she had come home. She’d tried steadfastly avoiding thinking of Robert at all, but that hadn’t worked in the least. The stack of unfinished books by her chair, and the state of her bicycle tires, could attest to that.

She hadn’t even been /in/ the apartment when he’d come by.

The folding of the note had reminded her, amusingly, of school-age efforts at origami, and how small a note could be folded before the teacher didn’t notice you passing it. (Turned out it didn’t have to be very small, if you kept passing tests.) The contents of the note had left her sitting abruptly in the chair, breathless with shock, hope, and fear.

A little more than a day. It didn’t leave very much time — she’d be completely, and inescapably, out of reach Thursday to Saturday.

I’ll be waiting.

Well, then, so would she. And whatever happened … it would be enough.




Happy birthday, Sir Terry. You are an inspiration to me.


Literary Birthday – 28 April

Happy Birthday, Terry Pratchett, born 28 April 1948

12 Quotes On Writing

  1. Stories of imagination tend to upset those without one.
  2. You can’t build a plot out of jokes. You need tragic relief. And you need to let people know that when a lot of frightened people are running around with edged weaponry, there are deaths. Stupid deaths, usually. I’m not writing ‘The A-Team’ – if there’s a fight going on, people will get hurt. Not letting this happen would be a betrayal.
  3. Writing is the most fun you can have by yourself.
  4. Fantasy is an exercise bicycle for the mind. It might not take you anywhere, but it tones up the muscles that can. Of course, I could be wrong.
  5. I have to write because if I don’t get something down then after a while I feel it’s going to bang the side of my head off.
  6. You can’t die with an unfinished book.
  7. I’ve always felt that what I have going for me is not my imagination, because everyone has an imagination. What I have is a relentlessly controlled imagination. What looks like wild invention is actually quite carefully calculated.
  8. No one’s policing their own minds more than an author. You spend a lot of time in your own head analysing what you think about things, and a philosophy comes.
  9. In the first book of my Discworld series, published more than 26 years ago, I introduced Death as a character; there was nothing particularly new about this – death has featured in art and literature since medieval times, and for centuries we have had a fascination with the Grim Reaper.
  10. Five exclamation marks, the sure sign of an insane mind.
  11. I’ll be more enthusiastic about encouraging thinking outside the box when there’s evidence of any thinking going on inside it.
  12. They say a little knowledge is a dangerous thing, but it’s not one half so bad as a lot of ignorance.

And one more on life: I believe it should be possible for someone stricken with a serious and ultimately fatal illness to choose to die peacefully with medical help, rather than suffer.

Pratchett is an English author of fantasy novels who was awarded the World Fantasy Life Achievement Award in 2010. He is best known for the Discworld series. Pratchett has sold more than 70 million books in 37 languages. He was appointed Officer of the Order of the British Empire (OBE) and was knighted for services to literature in the 2009 New Year Honours. Pratchett announced that he was suffering from early-onset Alzheimer’s disease in 2007.

by Amanda Patterson for Writers Write

Terry Pratchett, one of the only writers whose books I always buy in hardback. Paperbacks don’t last.

One of the nicest people I know.

gadgeteerphilanthropist replied to your post: So I’m kind of in love with your son. And by kind of I mean definitely. Dont hurt me. *runs away*

Pretty sure parents are universally expected to be displeased when confronted with SOs. And you do have a tendency of combusting when displeased, Sunshine.

Says the man who built an iron armour to escape captivity with — and then improved it. Besides, Jamie is a sweet boy. He’ll keep Toby grounded.