A Quickie


To let you know that I haven’t fallen off the face of the earth. I’ve enrolled in another writing class – literary fiction. I’m trying to write fiction, another first. I am one of those rare, and exceptionally lucky authors who starts writing and gets her first work published. I don’t think it will be that easy with fiction. But its fun. Its fun to make stuff up and mush it together with things that really happened. But its consuming. I have a piece due today for the class to critque, but I have read it over so many times, I can no longer tell if it makes sense. I got so consumed with it, that I lost track of time and missed having coffee with a friend. Why do I keep doing that?

Carter has been home all week with the flu. 38 kids in his school have it. I am told its not Swine, which I am happy about, but that makes it an ongoing threat, as it was on Monday when I thought he might cough up a lung. Being sick, some of his old anxiety seemed to return, and he has confessed that he is frightened of Halloween, and wants to come with me to my party, not let me out of his sight. I hope it will pass with the flu. How can I be a Victoria Secret Angel with a giant 10 year old Banana clinging to me all night?

He said last night, “I wish daddy was alive so he could stay with me while you went to the party.” I broke it to him that daddy probably would have gone to the party too. I think it was one of the first times he realized that daddy wouldn’t solve all of his problems.

Ok, back to fiction.

6 Comments

  1. Supa Dupa Fresh October 22, 2009 at 3:55 pm

    Wow, you are either brave or very in shape, or both!!

    What a great story about Arron going to the party. You're sure keeping him real for them. 🙂

    X

    Supa

  2. Abigail October 22, 2009 at 4:08 pm

    Haha. Neither. Just insane!

  3. anniegirl1138 October 22, 2009 at 5:17 pm

    Oh I always lose myself in my writing. It's a normal thing.

  4. hunibuni October 22, 2009 at 9:07 pm

    I tend to write in the middle of the night when the normal world is asleep. It makes the hours move faster in the darkness.
    I know it's hard to break children's illusions, but he does need to understand that no one can fix everything.

  5. Cathy October 22, 2009 at 9:10 pm

    i'm taking my first writing class in January.
    I love to write, and I have been encouraged to write the crazi-ness that is my life after my husband died 2 years ago. (you even encouraged me to write after we corresponded last year)I have 2 people chomping at me to either write it or let them write it. What made you START writing about your experience, and then who encouraged you to publish it? Was it a journal? (I read it in March.08 4 months after David died). Best thing I ever did when I was heavy grieving.

    Daddy wouldn't solve everything. I have to remind myself of that. daily.

  6. BigLittleWolf October 23, 2009 at 1:28 pm

    Some of us are most ourselves and our "selves" – all of them – when we write. Torture and bliss. Whether journalistic, creative, or commercial.

    Missing that coffee is an excellent sign. And oh, I'm envious of that class! To be around others who write, write, write, and would critique with clarity and insight. Enjoy every moment of it.

    You GO, girl!

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