May 29th, 2006

granny

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Monday Morning Warm-Up:

Where are you? Be literal if you want to. Describe what you see, and in doing so, help us feel what you're feeling right now. If you want, try this from the point of view of a character in your WIP.



I sit at a desk covered with:

baseball photos
pens
papers
seashells
mosaic tiles (various shades of purple) and a pair of tile nippers (dusty from disuse)
a camera dock
a children’s books-themed cigar box purse
an “I Read Banned Books” bracelet from the ALA
a stapler
a tall sweaty glass of iced tea

I see my garden through the window, and I hear belching from the family room.

My big rambling rose (really … it’s technically a ‘rambler’) slumps over in front of my office window. It’s a “Paul’s Himalayan Musk” rose and if you click on the name, you’ll see what it should look like when it feels happy and supported. Mine is no longer happy and, in a fury of self-destruction, came tumbling off its support today. A week of heavy rains will do that to a ramblin’ rose.

I hear two eight-year-olds watching “The Sand Lot” in the other room. Cole’s friend E seems extravagantly fond of belching. I never realized how lucky I am that Cole is mostly a peer-pressured recreational belcher.

I feel the pain of inspiration.

No, I literally feel the pain of inspiration. It hurts when I take a deep breath.

I dunno what I did last Saturday … but I ripped something … or pulled something … or … well, the Physician’s Assistant yesterday (I finally broke down after nine days of pain and went to the walk-in clinic) claims I must have torn my chest wall.

Can that be right? It sounds so fatal and incapacitating. He described it as Collapse )