As usual, I am having an adult ADD morning in which I wander around the house, doing strange things halfway and abandoning them, and writing for a while, and then wandering around the internet. At this moment I'm trying to decide what story should go next in my Neighborhood Stories. Can I leave Mrs. Hodges in first person? I really do like her that way, but then, what of Carol's stories, which I have converted to third person! The hell! I have no idea what impact this would have on the narrative. Perhaps I should simply bite the bullet and rewrite Mrs. Hodges in third person as well. Always something else to do. Ack. But then again, what's the rush? Why am I in a hurry? Because someday I want to finish something, that's why. Gah. Here's what is on my screen.
I’m lying on my back in my bed, in mid-afternoon, watching the sunlight move across the wall. I’m waiting for it to hit the dresser with an interest that has almost turned into a longing. It’s become a fascination, this trivial thing, waiting for the light to move, or rather for the earth to move the light, until it hits my dresser, in my room, where I lie waiting for a nap to overcome me.
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