I haven’t written the intro yet but my work in progress is all about choices. You, the reader, get to make them. It’s rough. I haven’t included much description yet (I was having too much fun with the dialogue) and I think it’s missing a scene or two, but here is chapter one…
Choices
Fiction Friday
Letters from Kim -#6
Dear Tailgater in the Black SUV,
I don’t do the road rage thing. It’s my low pain threshold I think. White knuckled clenching of the steering wheel hurts and I am all for avoiding pain.
So I pity you. Or maybe just your knuckles because you? Are a jerk.
Tailgating someone for miles and then swerving out past them at the first opportunity with a certain finger raised doesn’t really entitle you to pity. If it weren’t for[...]
Fiction Friday
This might become a regular thing here at Temporary? Insanity OR I might be so embarrasssed that I never share my work ever again.
In other words, be nice in your comments please or I will accuse you of KILLING my dream.
Ahem.
Random Scene That Popped Into Kim’s Head With Many Missing Bits That Will Be Filled in Later (there are no actual characters as yet – the sound was on but the picture was fuzzy):
Student: “I have an intrinsic understanding of[...]
On the Job Training
Once upon a time ago I worked at a furniture store. Getting the job was something of a miracle, as I was painfully shy at that point in my life and my job searching tactics included 1) Constantly rewriting my resume and 2) Never giving it to anyone. I pretty much sat around draining my limited scholarship money at an alarming rate (mostly I spent it on clothes that I shrunk in the wash a week later –[...]
I Need Help
Today was frustrating. I took Becca’s diapers away. Again. She peed in her panties repeatedly. Again. She seemed to be unaware and unperturbed by the fact. Again. I resisted the urge to remove the positive incentive/positive reinforcement system and threaten her sweet four year old self with all manner of horrors if she didn’t put her pee in the potty already. Again.
Again.
It gets a bit wearing.
And then I had an epiphany. [...]
Happiness – Just CHOOSE it Already!
Some days, I feel like my ability to be happy has been taken away from me. There’s the classic wrong-side-of-the-bed syndrome, one-or-all-of-my-kids-is-being-a-brat-itis, the-scale-is-evil-and-WRONG-but-I’m-going-to-cry-anyway-osis, and all other manner of happiness robbing happenstances.
Yesterday was such a day. I fought it, and I fought hard. I tried to remain sweet and loving with my children, for Becca the birthday girls’ sake, but just shy of 5pm I sent them up to play in their room so I could have a[...]
Dear Becca,
You are four today. Four years and I still haven’t got you figured out. At all. You’re way too young to be so engimatic.
On the one hand, you have a cherubic look about you with your pink tinged cheeks, shiny blonde hair, and big blue eyes. You have those rosebud lips and a certain grace to you as you flit about from place to place. Even when you’re walking you look as if you’re dancing,[...]
I Spy
We spent the weekend switching our upstairs bedroom with the girls’ downstairs one. It was sweaty, grueling work and I think my accident-prone self has wracked up more bruises and scratches in the past two days than the past two months combined.
Oh but it was fun. (Pictures Forthcoming)
There’s a sort of natural high that comes with change. It’s exhilarating and unpredictable and even more exhilarating BECAUSE it’s unpredictable. Then afterwards there’s this shivery sort[...]
And Today?
Today I’m laughing at myself over yesterday’s drama. Some gals are dancing queens. Me? I’m a drama queen apparently.
I’m changing. That’s what it all comes down to. And it’s a good, good thing. And the fear is optional, as it always has been.
And really, I know exactly who I’m going to be today. I’m going to be who I choose to be. And that? Is so incredibly fabulous that I am[...]
Metamorphosed?
I’m terrified. I don’t feel it in the chest tightening, rapid breathing, dilated pupils sort of way, but the fear is there. I write about it often here, try to trap it in my little box of words so I can define it and weaken it. I can laugh at it, here in my safe place. I can smile wryly and shake my head at how silly I can be.
I couldn’t stop moving today. Up[...]
