Works in Progress



I’ve been doing more thinking about writing than actually writing, and I’ve been looking back at several things I’ve written. There isn’t much incentive to start something completely new, mostly because I have zero new ideas, but also because my mind keeps cycling the old stories and characters through my head. They still fascinate me.

So I figure that if I can revisit one (or more?) of them, it might give me more incentive to continue to write (or at least make my existing writing better), and it will make my characters shut up because they will finally get much-needed attention.

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THE ARCHIVES: Chapter 88


I blushed and stared down
at my hands. “Um,” I whispered,
“I don’t know.”
My voice had become so soft,
he had to lean forward to hear me.
I caught a whiff of cologne—
something like an old preserved bundle of spices.
It probably was Old Spice.
He leaned up almost too quickly.
I worried that he was offended,
but he just laughed.
“Let her say what she wants.”
I bit my lip and clenched my fists
under my thighs so he couldn’t see them.
The way he evaded the question
made me think
Lindsey was telling the truth.

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Reading with an 8-Month-Old

Before my son was born and in those hellish 3 months after he was born, I read to him. But it was like reading to a brick wall because all he cared about was eating, sleeping, and crying if he wasn’t having enough time doing the former two. Experts (I have no idea who these “experts” are) say that children should be read to as early and as often as possible, and I like reading, so I followed that advice. I literally read everything out loud to him, including parts of adult books I was reading. He didn’t even blink at some of the bloody scenes. Did I scar him for life? I’m not sure, but I guess it’s better to be scarred from a book than a movie.

Now that he’s 8 months old, the reading might be paying off. He’s actually somewhat interested in books. However, they have to be board books. If it’s any other kind of book, the first thing he tries to do is tear the pages out and eat them. Even lift-the-flap books are a bad choice because the second I look away, his gooey hands return to the flaps and try to rip them off. The next thing I know, the flap would be in his mouth and reduced to a pasty mush.

Most of the board books my son has are about farm animals and the noises they make. I don’t really understand why it’s so popular for kids to read about farm animals when they most likely will never live on a farm or visit one for any extended period of time. The most exposure they will get to farm animals is probably petting zoos at the state fair.

His favorite book of all time is My First Touch, Feel, and Play! which describes a bunch of anthropomorphic animals and their playtime, and parts of the book have different textures, so he can feel something besides paper as he attempts to destroy the book by pulling the flaps off (yes, this book has flaps). He seems to enjoy the textures, because he will run his hands over the book and stare at it, simultaneously coating the pages in drool.

I never thought reading could get more fun. I still don’t exactly understand how they learn by ripping books apart and chewing on the pages, but… whatever it takes, right? 🙂

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THE ARCHIVES: Chapter 87

Lost My Mind

The day of our last driving lesson arrived.
My crush and I waited
for the car to pull up outside the school.
He had an 800-page fantasy novel.
I had nothing but an ant crawling along the sidewalk
and the tension between us.
Maybe he really is gay.
I pondered that for a moment
before I realized he stopped turning pages.
He was looking at me.
“Something on your mind?”
He looked so concerned.
I temporarily stopped thinking
and said,
“Lindsey said she thinks you’re gay.
You’re not gay, right?”
He smiled and said,
“Do you believe Lindsey?”

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