Foolproof way to get writing time and another excerpt
I found a foolproof way to get writing time.
Panic.
That's all it takes. On Wednesday night I had chest pains. At first I thought it was a muscle spasm in my back but it spread and move around my chest and I got breathless and it didn't go away. By Thursday I was still feeling tight in the chest and like I couldn't take a deep breath so I went to the doctor and asked to have it checked - just in case.
I ended up spending three days in hospital getting various tests done and an awful lot of waiting time for the specialist to deliver his verdict and discharge me. With me, I had my laptop and my knitting so I alternated between activities.
I've now finished "Ordinary People", Vinnie's story that I've posted excerpts of the last couple of weeks. I'll post one final one here this week. It's Vinnie's Great-grandma. She died when he was little but he still has vivid memories of her.
And the result of my hospital stay? I was right at the start of it all, but at least now I know I'm very healthy if not quite fit enough.
The excerpt:
He didn’t know what to think. James seemed legitimate. He’d even shown Vinnie his police uniform and badge when he asked. What he’d told Vinnie sounded so unbelievable but who would make up such a story. Unless he was the kidnapper. Vinnie looked sideways at James, trying not to make it obvious.
“What story are you thinking up now, princess?”
Vinnie gasped.
His great-grandmother used to say exactly the same thing to him when he was little and he was prancing around in her silks and furs. His father would always tell her not to encourage Vinnie but she’d tell Dad to shut-the-fuck-up-and-let-the-boy-be-a-child. Sometimes she wasn’t full of shit. One day he and Great-grandma pretended they’d been kidnapped by bank robbers. She’d tied him to the chair with one of her silk scarves and given him one end so he could pull it to release the knot. Then she’d tickled him until tears streamed down his face and he tugged the silk and fell off the chair and giggled until he couldn’t breathe. Great-grandma lay on the floor and giggled with him.
“Are you going to tie me up?”
Panic.
That's all it takes. On Wednesday night I had chest pains. At first I thought it was a muscle spasm in my back but it spread and move around my chest and I got breathless and it didn't go away. By Thursday I was still feeling tight in the chest and like I couldn't take a deep breath so I went to the doctor and asked to have it checked - just in case.
I ended up spending three days in hospital getting various tests done and an awful lot of waiting time for the specialist to deliver his verdict and discharge me. With me, I had my laptop and my knitting so I alternated between activities.
I've now finished "Ordinary People", Vinnie's story that I've posted excerpts of the last couple of weeks. I'll post one final one here this week. It's Vinnie's Great-grandma. She died when he was little but he still has vivid memories of her.
And the result of my hospital stay? I was right at the start of it all, but at least now I know I'm very healthy if not quite fit enough.
The excerpt:
He didn’t know what to think. James seemed legitimate. He’d even shown Vinnie his police uniform and badge when he asked. What he’d told Vinnie sounded so unbelievable but who would make up such a story. Unless he was the kidnapper. Vinnie looked sideways at James, trying not to make it obvious.
“What story are you thinking up now, princess?”
Vinnie gasped.
His great-grandmother used to say exactly the same thing to him when he was little and he was prancing around in her silks and furs. His father would always tell her not to encourage Vinnie but she’d tell Dad to shut-the-fuck-up-and-let-the-boy-be-a-child. Sometimes she wasn’t full of shit. One day he and Great-grandma pretended they’d been kidnapped by bank robbers. She’d tied him to the chair with one of her silk scarves and given him one end so he could pull it to release the knot. Then she’d tickled him until tears streamed down his face and he tugged the silk and fell off the chair and giggled until he couldn’t breathe. Great-grandma lay on the floor and giggled with him.
“Are you going to tie me up?”
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