Thursday, August 23, 2012
Points of View
My Internal life as a writer has been a constant battle with the small whispering voice (well, sometimes it shouts) that tells me I can't do it. This time, the voice taunts me, you will fall flat on your face.
"Writing?" Asks Rob drying his hands.
"Something like that." Annoyed, I close the laptop on a losing game of spider. "Dammit Rob, don't leave wet paper towels hanging from the roll."
He ignores me. "So, how's the book?"
My plot sucks, so I shrug.
"That good huh?"
"Just mow the lawn," I snap, "and quit feeding bunnies on the lanai."
"Oh good," says Rob, his head in the fridge, "you bought carrots." He disappears out the back door and before I can launch twitter, he's back. "Have you posted anything new on the blog?"
I shake my head.
"So, let me see," he taps his lip, "you've taken a break from the blog to write a book, but instead, you check e-mail and play solitaire." His eyes twinkle. "Better not quit your day job."
"Stop," My fingers splay into the international stop sign, "talking to me."
He laughs. "Want to go for a bike ride?"
Movement catches our attention as baby bunny sneaks onto the lanai, gives a cautious glance to either side and then launches into a series of leaps and pirouettes. When he stops at the sliding glass door to peek inside we hold our breath.
"Yeah," I sigh as bunny wanders off, "I'd love to."
"Good, get your shoes and I'll get the bikes." He stops with one hand on the garage door. "Don't worry, you're smart, you'll figure it out."
Fall flat on your face, but find someone to pat your back ~ Kelly