The Best and Worst Day

First, a little update on my reading. While I am still working on A Song of Ice and Fire, I have picked up a book by the author that the show, Bones is based on: Mortal Remains by Kathy Reichs. I’m currently getting lost in the scientific and political details of the story, and the fact that it is a series with no particular order with the same main character bothers me. I would like to read the other books in the series to see how character development works when it comes to that (or maybe I should read them based on when they came out).

Back to the Game of Thrones books…

I found out last night after work that George R.R. Martin would be speaking at Texas A & M this morning, so I got home and looked up bus schedules and time and location. Then I immediately jumped into bed, still too excited to sleep, so I put on a sleep inducing playlist on Spotify which didn’t help me get to sleep any faster, but eventually I did, and I woke up at 8:30 AM, made myself breakfast and woke up with the excitement of seeing George R.R. Martin. I braved the cold and walked to the bus stop and committed fraud by pretending to be a student with my old ID to use the free transit system (not really, I was a student, and I mean, once an Aggie, always an Aggie, right?).

Anyway, I arrived thirty minutes early (the event was scheduled to start at 11:00 AM), grabbed myself a booklet and a free pin brought from the great people of the A & M Libraries which I want to parade around but am also afraid of losing it, so I’m conflicted.

I wasn’t upset that the event started at 11:15 instead of 11; I was just full of excitement, I couldn’t stand it, but I made up a story which contributes to my writing. While it’s not going into any novel, I still count today as a day that I wrote.

I imagined George R.R. Martin had been eaten by a dragon. It took some time calling doctors and gathering the anesthetics and protecting the rest of campus from the dragon. Alas, the dragon was anesthetized, and the surgeon was able to remove Mr. Martin from the dragon’s stomach. An animal rescue team was called, and the dragon was transported to a dragon sanctuary run by a young man named Hiccup.

While I haven’t had the attention span to get through A Song of Ice and Fire as quick as other books I’ve gone through, I cannot deny that he is a master of words, and that I was very much star struck in the fourth row of the Rudder Auditorium. As a person and a writer, I admire George R.R. Martin, and I have this crazy dream of meeting him as a published author myself.

Alright, back to reality.

Onto the bad news. I got on the bus, excited to write my superhero story because Martin is into superhero stories. Of course, to pass time, I pull up Facebook on my phone to find that Leonard Nimoy has died at age 83. What got me was the last thing he tweeted, which to us, are his last words (I mean his last words were probably spoken to someone very close to him, but us as an audience, we get his last tweet).

“A life is like a garden. Perfect moments can be had, but not preserved, except in memory.  LLAP”

I wrote another little snippet of a story. The words so perfectly encompass the now. What if he knew?

The story: What if every so often he spoke to his future self like when Chris Pine’s character met his character in that Star Trek movie? It was a bad idea to make a habit of it, but the future self couldn’t help it; he enjoyed talking to his past self. And when his future self stopped coming around, he knew his time was coming.

I suppose, realistically, he must have known, suffering from chronic obstructive pulmonary disease.

Leonard Nimoy, you will live long and prosper in our memories.

P.S. My family and I have had a discussion on how to do the Vulcan salute. I can do it, but some of the members could not, and the discussion mostly consisted of, “You just do this,” *does Vulcan salute.*