All about me, my words, that is!
843 more last night and a quick write this morning… work to do, sigh. Tonight break for rare visit from England relative. Tomorrow work, and then I’m slamming those words onto the keyboard between now and the end of this month!
Had Sean gone along with her, she would have fostered many children, but on some things husband and wife have to be partners, at least as long as they were together. And they had been together and he was adamantly against raising anyone else’s child.
Yes, I tied the title into a character, and I will share just a bit of the partial scene (753 more words) that came out when I planned to merely write a note to write the scene later. Don’t you love writing fiction?
It was on a Friday afternoon in late August that he heard his mom ask, well, let me rephrase that, she didn’t ask, she spat out the words in a loud voice, one filled with anger, “Why don’t washing machines beep?” Then she broke down in tears.
Marcus couldn’t tell her why. He didn’t know, but he knew Francis’s or Jake’s dad would know, so he did what any young boy would do to help his mom, he said, “Don’t cry, Mommy, I will ask John of Jake why they don’t beep. Their dad’s will know!” And he ran for the front door. Too excited he could find out for her and stop her crying to think about not having a dad to ask or that the real reason she was so angry and upset was….
(You really didn’t think I was going to tell you, did you?)
786 words so far this morning, official count, but I edited as I posted, sigh, so the count is incorrect, knowing me, it is higher! I had a hard time choosing what to use as an excerpt. This is part of an email to John from Sheila.
They need stability more than ever now. Their mother is marrying my ex-husband. They are living with me, their aunt, not with their mom, not with the unknown father, and not by their choice.
But who is to say that won’t change? Who is to say Elizabeth won’t change? Who is to say that only a slight change on her part would make it easier for them to be a family again? And, if that happened, it would be a further and bigger tragedy if the kids had closed her off so far, they couldn’t make their change to meet halfway.
And maybe, one day, they will. But for that to happen, they must never know the whole truth. The part they know is weight enough.
And for those of you who don’t read my other blogs, I, just this morning, tied the working and hopefully permanent title into the words falling onto the keyboard. Thank goodness, ’cause I like my title, Why Don’t Washing Machines Beep? Now, if only the whole truth would reveal itself to me!
Another 844 words written. Breaking for dinner and to rest my eyes. I will catch up, I will… the story is unfolding in my head… I have to push it back, I want it to surprise me, as it has so far.
They wrote, Marilyn even shared parts of his letters. I do mean parts. She literally xeroxed them, and cut pieces of the letter out — and let us read the rest.
Today, words tripped over themselves to come out. 1010 this afternoon. I want to keep writing, but have to rest my eyes. Had to do some computer stuff for Leon earlier. Excerpts, out of context, of course:
It wasn’t the quickness of his move that caught her off guard, it was the gentleness. Swiftness she could have seen through, but gentleness, not so much.
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No, she responded to herself, this is what the victim felt like when they faced him in court, I suppose. No, she then rationalized, that would have been worse, but then I don’t really know, do I?
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It was rape. R A P E. An ugly word. An ugly act by a sleazy man. She had been in the wrong place at the wrong time.
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