A Writing Day
Kathy hasn’t been able to Black Friday shop in years. She decided that this year she would give it a shot.
Cost me a fortune.
She didn’t stop talking about it in the lead up to it either.
But I decided to take advantage and plotted a writing day. Most of the 2023 book is down, but there’s still a lot to do.
I went to the computer by 9:00 and outside of a couple of breaks, I stopped myself at 4:00.
Big day off, huh?
But it’s great fun, of course.
And I thought about how exciting the rewrite is going to be.
This is a story that is about me. Straight up. No hiding behind characters. No pretending that I didn’t do the stupid stuff that I did over and over again.
And the Tracy Chapman song, ‘Telling Stories’ came on as I was writing.
Of course the telling of a story is as old as time itself and I often wonder about the memories.
Is it exactly how it happened or is there a writer’s embellishment on it?
I’m not sure, but I mentioned the manuscript the other day and told Kathy the title.
She immediately ripped off a half dozen stories that chronicled my stupidity.
“They’re all in there,” I said.
“I can probably think of a dozen more,” she said.
Yeah.
I know.
More work today!
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