The Writing Prompt is In The Meantime:
It was expected that she would have an extraordinary life. An exceptional little girl, she was a dreamer, a reader, questioned everything: Talked incessantly and always had something to say. She wanted to grow up and have children--triplets she thought. In third grade she wrote a novel in which the happy mother had many children because the little girl loved names and loved naming the children.
In the meantime, everything started shifting. The foundation upon which she had been raised, was rising and falling, heaving. The family imploded, and the world became uncertain.
The older girl stopped caring. She didn't want to write novels anymore; in fact, she didn't want to go to school either. So she essentially stopped going. This wreaked havoc on her education path--no Ivy League School. Prodding and imploring of teachers and guidance counselors fell on deaf ears: There seemed to be no valid reason for much of anything. She didn't care about children or names or novels.
In the meantime, a terrible accident occurred and someone near to her died. Faith, hope, a bit of her soul died with him.
The young woman fell apart for a while but then slowly patched the pieces back together; she would always be less a person than the little girl had been with her dreams and visions. She followed the proscribed route, graduated from college, got married and had children--she loved choosing their names even though she never had a girl. For a while, she played the dutiful wife, but without much enthusiasm. They bought furniture from Ethan Allen, a beautiful house, nice cars. None of it meant much to her but it seemed like the right thing.
In the meantime, the husband found other people more to his liking. The wife was too moody; too involved with the children; not attentive; ungrateful for the life he provided.
The not-so-young woman found her courage and some self respect hidden deep in her spirit--fueled by the rebellious older girl and the little girl with fantasies. She pulled the plug on the marriage and it only flickered because the charge had been long dead.
In the meantime, she found herself faced with a new life; a whole new path; limitless opportunities. But what will she do with it all?
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Anonymous said...
I have been reading your blogs and am emotionally drained!! I tried to leave some comments, and thought it worked, but I just don't have the patience to figure out why not... Your stuff is quite the window into your mind and heart at this time in your life. Be sure you keep them so a year or so from now, you will read them and wonder how you could have ever been so completely beset by these feelings. You will know you are over it all when you do your first tale of "how living well is the best revenge" and having a great story to tell about your NEW LIFE.. I cannot express to you that feeling when you JUST DON'T CARE about all that old stuff any more and furthermore can't remember EVER caring so much.. It is an incredibly liberating feeling. I will be watching for that first story!!
Mom
What a gift you have! Such beautiful writing...and from the heart. Nicely done, Aim!
Amy,
I loved this blog. It's very inspiring and you are on your way baby!!! It's really great to watch.
Hey thanks anonymous person! Who are you?
This piece was terrific! Keep it up, lady!
You are a great writer and I'm very inspired by your stories and your courage to move on. When I read your short stories I want to keep on reading, but they end too soon. I think you have the ability to become a great novelist and inpsire others with your stories. I'm expecting to see you on "O" in the coming years with best seller. At a minimum I think you could get a deal with a newspaper and write a daily column!
I, too, find great enjoyment in reading all your pieces. I agree, I'd like to see them longer simply because they are too good to see end. Yet, their brevity gives them incredible punch. Keep on going!
I think mom is worried. Nothing to worry about, however. It appears this little woman is healing herself.
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