Spring is here. Sort of. In some places. More importantly, Story-A-Day isn’t far away!
A year ago I got my cancer diagnosis, had several surgeries, lots of doctor visits, and six months of chemo. I’m officially showing No Evidence of Disease (NED!). So, I’m looking forward to a saner year.
I’m waiting for someone to read and give me feedback on novel number two. (Always a nerve-challenging time.) So, meanwhile, I’m going to back over the stories I wrote last year, and I’m going to see what I can do with and where the characters ought to go next.
I think the story may get more intense. I’ve spent a bit more time this last year contemplating mortality, and it is coming out in my work.
We’ll see what happens.
Okay, my family doesn’t have an attic. And the word crazy gets tossed around much too easily.
Still, family has its challenges, and certainly every family member might should be locked in an attic for a while from time to time. Metaphorically speaking, of course.
Sometimes I suspect I’m the one who should be in the attic…it’s probably quiet up there.
So, a particular someone in my family has a debilitating disease. This person doesn’t know I have a blog–and probably doesn’t even know what a blog is–but in the off chance I’m wrong about that, this story will be as convoluted as possible.
I’m not supposed to know this person is sick. Every time I talk to this person, I must act as if everything is fine. I know about the illness because someone else felt that I had a right to know, but that someone made me promise not to reveal that I know the truth.
In some ways, this makes life easy. I don’t have to figure out what to say or wonder what I should do to help. But then that someone tells me this person has stopped taking their medication. Just stopped. But I don’t know that, of course, so I can’t say, “Take your medicine!”
I ask, “How are you doing?”
This person says, “I’m fine. I had a cold.”
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah. I went to the doctor. Everything’s good!”
Do you ever have fake conversations with your family?