It’s been a while, yeah? I’ve been writing just about every morning and plotting between times like a computer program running in the background occasionally doing scans.
This last weekend I took the girls and myself to our annual camping event. The heartbreak was that my husband couldn’t come along and had to work. This was the first year since he was seventeen that he couldn’t be there sitting around the campfire with his friends. I did a lot of explaining. And inadvertently mooned a nice family on their drive in–dress, wind. And forgot all my clothes in a bag at home. Lucky I made a pan of peanut butter cookies that morning before taking off. I love peanut butter cookies. So does everyone else for that matter.
There were a lot of kids. My kids almost forgot me, but then they got hungry and remembered me again. Then they went all bat nutty when I tried to put them to bed in a cabin full of kids going bat nutty. Then they sort of slept, but not really.
We did things: hiking, eating, playing My Little Ponies, buying Mama new underwear, watching a rocket shoot up in the air and land somewhere out there in a big hunk of trees. We missed my husband. I called him. The girls refused to talk. We ate our Saturday spaghetti and took our Saturday picture and built our Saturday fire.
The kids went bat nutty when I tried to put them to bed and I threatened to cancel Ivy’s birthday in the morning. She ended up with a time out and fell asleep within minutes of lying down.
It was good, but I didn’t write. Once I took the laptop out of the car and laid it on a table. Once someone asked me how the writing was going and I had to admit that it hadn’t even crossed my mind. Then I panicked.
Ivy’s birthday wasn’t cancelled, but punctuated with a Daddy shoulder ride outside in the sunshine before a raspberry pancake lunch. She got dinosaurs and a volcano that blasts apart when she pushes a button. It’s all over the floor right now with little people in little hats holding little tools and little lap tops.
The little person in my little story is making a decision right now, her world has been fictionally rocked and carnally soothed, but things still haven’t gotten bad enough. I’m testing myself to see how cruel I can really be to the characters in my head. This is why I need a bigger evil streak. Anyone got one to lend?
How have you been? Really, it feels like forever. How’s your October sound, kind of crunchy under the feet?