Tuesday, October 28: 1. Jenny 2. Jan (& Schnute-Schnaut) 3. Stef 4. Agnes
Monday, October 27: 1. Agnes 2. Jen 3. Stefanie 4. Jenny
Writing. If you ask me what I am doing, I should respond: "writing". If you ask me what I am doing and I don't respond "writing", please gently remind me that I promised myself that I would write at least 30 pages of new fiction this year. Please gently remind me I have 15 more pages to go. Plus Brady is waiting for a draft. And I really would hate to let Brady, a dear boy who actually
wants to read my stuff, down. I am unofficially going to try
Nanowrimo this year. I figure going from taking pictures every day to writing every day might be one little step for myself. Excerpt from current project:
Most of the time my father amazed us as children. Wacky, yes. But a dedicated, dutiful father for sure. For me, he was always the tin man and I was Dorothy. Before bed he would let me pretend to pump oil on his elbows and knees before we skipped off to my room. The best part about my father: he would actually skip. Later I found out he was never the tin man with either of my sisters. As I grew up, I found this more and more endearing. He was the lion with Elizabeth and the scarecrow with Alex.
"Have you ever wondered what we would be like if Dad had been the lion with you?" Alex once asked me when we were in highschool.
"What do you mean?" I asked her, absolutely clueless.
"Well, think about it. It's so funny, really. Dad was the lion with Elizabeth and she is, by far, the most courageous of us all."
"Just an idiot is all," I mumbled.
"You know that's not true. She has no fear. Then, with me he was the scarecrow and I am totally the nerd. The brain who lusts after Walden. And you . . . well you are the heart of the family. You are the most sensitive of us all."
