It wasn’t a rough start for the writing, that’s actually been going pretty well. But, Monday morning my husband’s grandparents left for their annual trip to Florida. They usually stay down there until the end of April. Last year they came back a little early because he’d been sick and in the hospital quite a bit. My step-mil(it’s her dad) went down to help drive them back up here. And he was back in the hospital by the time they hit Pittsburgh(at least a good hour drive south of where we live). Honestly, the drive home nearly killed him. His health has been deteriorating, and this summer was the worst. He probably spent more time in the hospital than home. They live right next door to us, and the kids love going over to see them. Every day when they get home from school, they want to visit. We weren’t sure they were going to risk making the trip again. But, they did. Like last year, they were following a friend down. My husband got a phone call around 8:30 Monday night. They were at a hospital in North Carolina. He’d become unresponsive in the car. Apparently he had a living will, and they took him off the ventilator. From what my husband told me, they said he could live another ten minutes or ten years. Well, it was closer to the first. That’s about how long before we got another phone call saying he had passed.
This wasn’t exactly unexpected for us, but we knew it would be difficult to tell the kids. They’re only 4 and 7, and they didn’t know how bad he was getting. They were already asleep Monday night when we got the phone call, and I didn’t want to tell them before school. So, I spent most of Tuesday diving into fictional worlds so I didn’t have to think about it. Not exactly a healthy coping method, I know. My husband sat them down last night after dinner and told them. The girl cried, although I’m not sure she completely understands. The boy didn’t seem to understand at all. So, it looks like we’ll be having a funeral this weekend
So, it’s Wednesday, which means a WiPPet snippet. Hosted by the wonderful K.L. Schwengel, we use this time to share a bit of a current WiP. Feel free to join in, one and all(I’m a dork, it’s okay). I’ve been sharing from Law of Choice(Kurztown .5), and today will probably be the last I’ll share from this WiP. On Saturday(hopefully), I’ll be starting book 2 in this series. You still may see some of these characters, but they’ll be about 5 years older. Since I’ll be working on Doren’s story next month, I decided to share a little peek of him. So 13 paragraphs(1+0+2+9+ bonus sentence) from the end of Chapter 8.
“Doren,” Brian greeted him with a hand out. “I didn’t realize you still worked for Jesse. How-?”
“I usually stay in the garage,” he broke in, his voice a little rough. “But, I was the only one he had to run out here.”
“I’m sorry. I heard about what happened. How are you?”
“Getting better,” he said, but Brian heard the crack in his voice. “Think I’ll be done with physical therapy in a couple more weeks.”
It wasn’t completely what he’d meant, but it gave him some of the answer too, since he wouldn’t talk about it. “Well, that’s good at least.”
“Yeah,” he said, but his jaw was tight. It made the scar running from in front of his ear down his neck ripple. “So what happened here?”
“That’s what I’d like to know. It was fine the other day when I drove it. Then, this morning, it didn’t want to steer right. And I think there’s something wrong with the brakes. It was all I could do to pull over and stop.”
“Sounds like you’re lucky nothing happened. I’ll get her hooked up and take her in. You need a ride?”
“Yeah. I was headed to work. I guess I’ll need to find someone to take me home again.” Or he could just stay with Ashley again.
“I’d heard you had some trouble the other day. You doing all right?”
One hand clenched into a fist. Then, he let out a breath and relaxed it. “Yeah. As long as I stay away from my father, and he leaves my mother alone, I should be fine.” What was the point in avoiding it, when everyone in town seemed to know anyway?
Doren turned from the chains he was working with, and Brian could see the sorrow in his eyes. “I’m sorry, Man. My father and me aren’t quite seeing things on the same page right now, but I’ve never-”
“No one should,” he said before Doren could even finish the thought.
Like I said, my writing has been doing fairly well this week.
- The Choice – start revisions once I get it back – still waiting on this. But, I did get in touch with her, and I should have it by Friday.
- Healing the Heart – send to CP after I get The Choice back from her
- Chasing the Ghost – write 5 scenes – I’ve finished 2 scenes and have the 3rd started. I’ve written 3500 words so far. So, on track with this.
- Short Story – revise – I did this, just need to proofread and it will be done.
- Callum’s Story – back stories – I have Callum’s back story done. And I found my heart breaking a bit for him, even though he brought a lot of his pain on himself. Will be working on the love interest’s back story today, and they have some history together.
- Read: Rise of the Machines – I only have 2 chapters left to read.
- Knit: slippers – I have the second slipper started. Didn’t get any work done on it yesterday though.
I’ve also read: Flat-Out Celeste(Jessica Park), Reunion of the Heart(Elaine Jeremiah), and Diving In(Stacey Wallace Benefiel).