Not to stray from today’s post before I’ve even begun writing it, but last Sunday my daughter dressed her sock monkey and took her to church.
At this moment in my life, I’m hating Fiction Friday and it was my idea.
That’s pathetic, but I cannot help it. I’ve written about 200 words since the last Fiction Friday, but that’s it. I should be posting a portion of Chapter 4 today, only I’m not so into it. I have it written – chapter 4, chapter 5, chapter 6, chapter 7 – all done. I’m working on chapter 8 now. I use the term ‘working’ very loosely.
I just don’t know if I want to share anymore of this book. It’s such a tragic story, I feel like I’m being depressing on my own blog. I don’t want to be a downer, you know?
In writing this book, I’m drawing from all my experience in dealing with women and their issues. It’s the worst of everything tumbled from my fingertips into a few characters. I do hope my main character Lacy will show that she can overcome all the sins committed against her and live a happy life, free from the bind of evil, but yet I hesitate.
Maybe this book should be more meaningful, have a greater purpose and all that noble stuff. Maybe it’s just a lame first attempt at fiction. I’m not sure.
So it sits.
Maybe I’m just over thinking things. I’m a professional at that.
Meanwhile I am in all out overflowing love for a plant. Her name is Roxanne.
Yes, I named my plant. Do you find that unusual?
I spent a whopping $20 on this jewel of a plant last summer. When I brought her home, she was thick with branches and dotted with pink and purple blooms. Her beauty drew me from the lumber section of Home Depot, all the way outdoors to the Garden center. I went googly-eyed in love.
So I brought her home where she promptly dropped all of the blossoms on my living room floor. Shocked by her nerve, I put her outside on the porch; however, her delicate leaves and dainty branches broke and splintered to the ground.
I wept bitter tears.
Not really, but I did regret wasting twenty bucks.
Roxanne lived naked and sickly in my living room this past winter. Many questioned my choice of dead plant decor, but I told FringeKid to say nice things to her and I hoped.
This spring, little green buds formed on her stick branches, so I set her outside in the sun.
Today I am proud to show off her buds and blooms. I couldn’t be more pleased with my Roxanne. She’s slowly returning to her former grandeur, giving myself and the world hope that we can once again bloom beautiful.
We sit on the cusp of this weekend and we have a choice – give up on beauty or sit in the sunshine till we bloom. I am going to sit in the sun (with sunscreen of course).
Yes, I know that last paragraph made absolutely no sense because we are not plants, but it sounded good in my head. That shows you the state of my brain.
Happy Friday friends!