Bornfamous

I’m having a problem with outlining the book. Like how should I do it–or should I do it at all? When I’ve written outlines in the past, I lost interest before I even got down to writing… and we all know what happens when someone with ADD [that's me] loses interest: nada.
OTOH, I think an [...]

To all three of my friends,
I’ve been having a hard time getting anything done lately because of so many interruptions, so I’ve decided to ask my friends not to call before 5 pm my time, starting tomorrow. I won’t be responding to email until then either.
All of this is because I’m trying to get my [...]

Oops. I meant to post this entry here, but I got confused, or forgot to click the right thing. Anyway, it belongs here, not there. So here it is again. Here. Not there.

So I re-upped to do the NaNoWriMo thing yet again. I didn’t finish the first two times, what makes me think I’m gonna finish this time? I don’t even feel like writing.
It’s all my friend Barbara’s fault. Every time I tell her some story from my past, she says, “LaVonne, you really have to write [...]

Why I keep doing this, I’ll never know, but I’m determined to finish this time. Thank goodness the only consequence of failure is self-hatred.

What was I thinking?

Oh dear. What should I do?
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I remember Gramma smiling at me, which was a rare occurance. She smiled when I asked about her childhood, and when I occasionally spouted an intelligent thought, and when she was teaching me about her beloved Christian Science.
I don’t remember seeing her smile at my Prom night, graduation, wedding or new baby, though she [...]

When we had our own apartment, Mom and I went to church by streetcar every Sunday morning and Wednesday evening. First Church of Christ, Scientist, was an imposing Greek temple of a building with columns and curleques and a cavernous hall for adult worship. Sunday school was in the basement where large round tables were [...]

I couldn’t decide at first which fantasy I liked better: “My Dad, Johnny Cash” or “My Father the Ghost”. Eventually, I went with the ghost [easier to believe] and kept Cash in reserve for those times when I needed to actually see and hear a father figure. His songs would always give me comfort.
My ghost [...]

I am screaming and my mother is holding me back.
“Daddy, don’t!”
My father is aiming a shotgun down the basement stairs.
“Don’t shoot the cute little mouse,” I plead. The mouse is at the bottom of the stairs, tiny and harmless. Defenseless.
I scream, “Noooo,” as a huge BANG ends the discussion. I sob in my mother’s arms, [...]

The woman turns on the television and flips channels absently, looking for something to pass the evening. The boy is gone for the weekend and she is suddenly aware of the silence in the apartment. She wants the sound of voices to fill up the place, to banish her loneliness.
On the screen Sheryl Crowe is [...]

There was a hit song when I was a girl that was played over and over on the radio until I couldn’t stand it any more. And still it played on:
When I was just a little girl,
I asked my mother,
“What will I be?”
I hear Doris Day’s voice when I try to tell you about the [...]