It’s 11PM and I have the urge to write more. Story #1 is well on its way. Knock on wood I can keep up the motivation. Self-quarantine is probably helpful for writing.
The story is continued from this post.
She thought of the things the women in town did for fun.
‘Scrapbooking! Making casseroles! Church groups!’
Beth realized she was muttering all of this out-loud. She really was losing it. She also started to smell smoke which was weird. Losing it.
Of course she was really being hard on the women in town. They were all complex as all humans are, but right now, Beth couldn’t see past the red in her eyes.
So what should she do now? She just stormed out of the board meeting like a small child who got her candy taken away.
For so many months she had held it together. Sleepless nights, sure, but she never brought that to the work place. She was cordial. Even kind to those teachers who would avert their eyes when she walked into a room.
How are the kids? How about the husband? And the inlaws? Did they get their fence fixed up?
She could assume what they were thinking about her, but what do good people do? They are kind anyways. Right?
She had read somewhere that a truly kind person was kind to people even when it was hard. Beth tried to live by that rule and believe her it was hard
But in that stuffy room with those judgy eyes, and a dozen people verbally voicing their bigoted opinions, she had lost it. Raised her voice. Possibly kicked a chair.
Did she really kick a chair. A fresh flush crept up her cheeks just thinking about it.
At least she could get some of her energy out on this walk. She would probably have a drink or two when she got home, too. Probably wasn’t pregnant. She was doubting they even had the ability at this point.
Could she move back to the “big city?” Would she be able to get a job in the nice school district she clearly took for granted after the year she had? What kind of sway did these farmers’ wives have in Omaha, Nebraska?
She thought of her first teaching job. Bright eyed and bushy tailed for sure. The principal and her co-teachers had remarked about how excited she was to get started. That should have been a signal that she was a little too eager (and naive) coming in.
Beth had taken awhile to start her first career. After falling into the traps of a pyramid scheme cult right out of high school (thanks boyfriend at the time), her college career was delayed by years. The “business” leaders would tell the young kids (at least 18 for legal purposes) that they were just delaying their gratification. They could go to college at any time! Once they got rich off of selling…
More questions about writing a story.
How much should be based on a true story? Is it okay to literally write about your life? (<-see previous post)
Beth’s past is pretty spot on about my life. It makes me wonder if I should eliminate certain things or change my pen name.
Oooooh pen names. What would a good pen name be??
Thoughts About Story #1
I think that last paragraph needs to happen somewhere else. Otherwise it’s a flashback within a flashback.
I’m also really into the new beginning where the main character is put into more of a tough situation and the reader wants to read on to find out what the heck is happening.
If you’re reading, write me a note below. Could just be as simple as, “hi.”
