Kairaloi - Organized Chaos

I do have a piece of writing advice, actually.

See, the first time I grew parsnips, I fucked it up good. I hadn't seen parsnips sprouting before, right, and in my eagerness I was keeping a close eye on the row. And every time I saw some intruding grass coming up, I twitched it right out, and went back to anticipating the germination of my parsnips.

But it turns out parsnips take a bit longer than anything else I'd ever grown to distinguish themselves visually. It's just the two little split leaves, almost identical to a newly seeded bit of kentucky bluegrass when they first come up, and they take a good bit to establish themselves and spread out flat before the main stem with its first distinctive scallopy leaf gets going.

I didn't get any parsnips, not that year, because I'd weeded them all out as soon as they showed their faces, with my 'ugh no that's grass' twitchy horticulture finger.

The next year, having in retrospect come to suspect what had happened, I left the row alone and didn't weed anything until all the sprouts coming up had all had a bit to set in and show their colors, and I've grown lots of parsnips since. They're kind of a slow crop, not a huge return, but I like them and watching them grow and digging them up, and their papery little seeds in the second year, if you don't harvest one either on purpose or because you misjudged the frost, so it's worth it.

Anyway, whenever I see someone stuck and struggling with their writing who's gotten into that frustration loop of typing a few words, rejecting them, backspacing, and starting again, I find myself thinking, you gotta stop weeding your parsnips, man.

"I think I knew I wanted to give him - give us - a chance, when there was something unexplainable drawing me to him. And not only that - I instantly felt comfortable around him. But the connection didn’t happen right away. I think I already said that…” Milo shook his head. “This drink is making me less giggly than usual, but more blurry, I miss Eviran drinks.” He exhaled deeply, trying to steady himself. “It didn’t take very long for me to realize it was more than a crush, that I really liked him. And once I realized that, stars above, there was nothing anyone could do to make me see him as anything else than my light.” Milo’s cheeks reddened. “I’m sorry, that last bit slipped.”

“You… you still see him that way, don’t you?”

Milo looked outside the bar’s window. “I do… not always, just… there are times I do, I guess, without realizing.” He looked back at Ezra. “I think that’s my answer for you. I knew I was in love with Corym when he started becoming my light in the dark. Someone I could look to, unconditionally, when things became too much. A guide, a reassurance, but also a friend.”

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