I know it’s important. No story can move without it. And I’m learning how to write it. I am. But the thing is, it gets tricky sometimes. Like this time. When the horrible consequence I wrote for my character to experience shows up in the nightmares of my baby. I did NOT read my words...
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Category Archives: anxiety See how I despaired? See how I abandoned all hope? See how I knew, I just KNEW that Mama was stuck in the den under the shed with babies all attached and needy, and I gave up the thoughts of catching anything? That, apparently, is what they call the darkness before the dawn. This morning,... Remember the moment you realized that your life would never be the same? Was it when you graduated from High School, or college, and realized that you had to be the grown up? Was it when you got married? Had a baby? Signed a mortgage document? Mine was the moment I realized that I’d been... She’s eating the food, but not springing the trap. You understand that I can’t talk about it, don’t you? Thanks. Yesterday. Was. Painful. Here’s how it went down, as well as I can recall it past the memory-altering chemicals I’ve taken to help me forget. (Those chemicals are all derived from butter. This is a G-rated site, remember?) I called the Animal control peeps at 7:10 in the morning, because remember that over the weekend,... Still there. No stink yet. Learning not to whine (me, not the skunk.) Called Animal Control again. Maybe they’ll get back with me when they’re done their nap. I’ll keep you posted.  Okay. Remember that Springtime I’ve been waiting for? It is coming. Coldly, but coming. And it’s bringing with it an unexpected bonus. That’s right, friends. I have a skunk. It’s decided that it wants to live here. At my home. Behind/beneath my little shed, to be exact. I have a tenant, except it doesn’t pay... Oh, there you are. Oh, here I am. It has been a crazy, busy few days, and that is all the excuse I have for leaving blogland in the dust. I taught biotechnology and chemistry on Thursday. It was grand. Fun. I mean it. And then the Wilhites gathered around the computer to watch basketball.... |