With two weeks left until Christmas, it was time to get Mamie her tree. I had heard Eliza telling some friends at school that she was going on a college visit for the weekend, so once Saturday morning chores were done, I grabbed the chainsaw and my work gloves and drove into town, turned left past the old school house, and made my way down the long driveway to where their cottage was nestled at the edge of the woods, smoke furling out of the chimney.
Mamie came out on the porch before I was halfway down the driveway. I could picture her jumping up from her crossword puzzle, jolting her big dog Dudley from his nap on the hardwood floor. She looked small wearing the heavy weight of her grey wool cloak, but her face lit up from underneath the hood. “Caleb!” I could see her mouth as I put the truck in park, and “I’ve missed you,” as I climbed out.
“Ready for your tree, Mamie?” I asked.
“Oh, what a boy you are – if you’re ready for some hot apple pie.”
“It’s the breakfast of champions,” I smiled, and reached down to give her a hug.
“All right then, it’s a deal. Now pick out one that’s good ‘n full – none of those twiggy ones.”
“You’ve got it.”
I remember my mother telling me that when Mamie’s husband was alive, he didn’t understand the “purpose” of having a Christmas tree; he thought they made a mess and took up space. Mamie, though, was just as stubborn then as she was now, and so when she insisted, he’d bring her the classic “Charlie Brown” Christmas tree every year. My mother described what sad little trees they truly were, but also told me that Mamie took a world of pride in decorating each one, and making sure that Eliza grew up with good holiday memories.
In the hour it took me to find Mamie the perfect tree, the mid-day sky had turned a dark shade of grey, and was now filled with thick flakes swirling wildly. I held the chainsaw in one hand and dragged the tree with the other, my thighs burning with each step that sunk into the deep snow. When I reached the back door, I leaned the tree against the house, set the chainsaw down on the woodpile and stepped into Mamie’s warm kitchen.
Eliza was sitting across from me at the dining room table, squeezing Mamie’s hand and crying hysterically.
“I, uh… I’m going to go.”
“No!” Eliza looked up, her eyes red and raw from tears. “No, Caleb, please don’t go.”
At that moment I had no idea what was wrong, I only knew that I wanted to hug her. I stood stiffly by the kitchen door, the snow melting from my boots and the bottom of my pants onto the doormat. The house smelled of cinnamon and brown sugar, and my stomach let out an untimely growl.
Mamie pushed the box of tissues towards Eliza, got up and walked into the kitchen. “You’re hungry,” she announced, looking right at me. “Take off those boots,” she added with a tap on my arm, and with that she reached into the oven and pulled out the pie.
I did as I was told and then stood next to my pile of melted snow in the kitchen. I glanced around uneasily, first watching Mamie slice the pie, and then watching Eliza stare out the window, her arms wrapped tightly around herself.
When Mamie was done, she handed me a glass of milk and signaled for me to follow her into the dining room. She set my pie down at the head of the table, and then returned to her seat across from Eliza.
“Now Caleb,” Mamie said softly. “These last few weeks have been hard on both of you, but Eliza was just telling me that she made a mistake, and - ”
“Mamie, stop,” Eliza interrupted.
“What, dear? That’s what you said, and then you asked Caleb to stay, so I - ”
“Mamie, I’m pregnant.”
“Oh, good Lord,” Mamie grasped the arms of her chair until her knuckles turned white. Then she looked at me.
I shook my head, my eyes closed. “Andrew.”
At the sound of his name, Mamie’s eyes narrowed and she turned her gaze on Eliza. “Andrew?”
“God, Caleb!” Eliza cried even louder. “It was such a stupid, stupid thing. I don’t know what to say.”
I looked up for the first time. This was not the girl I loved, smart and strong-willed, confident and loyal. This was not the girl who stood next to me at my mother’s funeral, squeezing my hand as a silent tear rolled down her cheek. These tears belonged to a naïve, weak, selfish girl who was pregnant with my brother’s child.
I set down my fork and walked to the door and pulled my boots on swiftly. “I, uh… I don’t know what to say, either, Eliza.”
***
As it turns out, Eliza’s “college visit” to Boston was a trip to bear bad news to my brother. I’m not sure if she thought delivering the news in person would make him handle the situation a certain way, but obviously Eliza didn’t know my brother very well. He had nodded, grabbed her hand and said, “We need to take care of this together.”
“Yes,” she had said.
“There’s a place a couple towns over that my buddy and his girlfriend went to… I just need to jump in a fast shower, I feel gross.”
Apparently, as soon as she heard the water of the shower running, Eliza had run out of the apartment and driven straight home to Mamie, where I walked in on them after getting the tree. These details I heard from Eliza’s best friend, Annie, who cornered me after our basketball game one night.
“She just feels so, so, so bad, Caleb.”
“Of course she does, Annie,” I nodded, even sympathetically. “She just blew a full scholarship to play soccer at Bates because she got pregnant at 17 by a guy who hopes he’ll never see her again!”
“Caleb,” Annie breathed in sharply, not used to seeing me upset. “That not all, I mean… She’s really sorry, Caleb. She wishes more than anything it was you.”
My dad used to tell me and Andrew that “Sometimes you’ll learn lessons the hard way, and sometimes you’ll learn really hard lessons the really hard way.” I had to believe that although I hadn’t asked for any of this, I had learned something from it.
“Well, Annie, I'm sorry too, but that’s just not the way it worked out.”
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
The Invisible Son, Chapter 3
Later that night, Eliza and I decided to go to the town’s annual Thanksgiving Day festivities, always held the night before Thanksgiving in the school gymnasium. Andrew did not want to stay home alone with Dad, so he offered to drive us up and see what was going on for himself.
During the concert, Eliza went to hang out with some of her friends, and I followed Andrew outside to meet up with the guys in the parking lot. After slapping hands and blaming me for breaking up their pick-up game earlier, Andrew pulled out a joint and a lighter.
“Come on, Caleb, after you.”
“No thanks, man, I’m all set.”
“Give me a break, you’re all set. What ever happened to growing up?”
“What ever happened to playing ball?” I asked.
“You’re talking to an MVP and college starter, bud. I turned out all right.”
I could feel all of my friends staring at me, much differently than the idolized gaze they gave my brother. I took the joint from him in the darkness of the parking lot, hearing nothing but the echo of music and voices coming from the gym.
During the concert, Eliza went to hang out with some of her friends, and I followed Andrew outside to meet up with the guys in the parking lot. After slapping hands and blaming me for breaking up their pick-up game earlier, Andrew pulled out a joint and a lighter.
“Come on, Caleb, after you.”
“No thanks, man, I’m all set.”
“Give me a break, you’re all set. What ever happened to growing up?”
“What ever happened to playing ball?” I asked.
“You’re talking to an MVP and college starter, bud. I turned out all right.”
I could feel all of my friends staring at me, much differently than the idolized gaze they gave my brother. I took the joint from him in the darkness of the parking lot, hearing nothing but the echo of music and voices coming from the gym.
***
When I woke up it was still dark, but I quickly realized that I was lying in the back of Andrew’s car. I squinted, trying to get things in focus, but becoming distracted by the dryness of my mouth. I sat up and got out of the car, nervous and disoriented. I started to walk through the rows of cars towards the school when I saw two figures standing, facing each other underneath the Fire Escape. He had his hands on her hips and was swaying her back and forth as she pulled her hair back and let her arms fall over his.
“I’m sorry, Eliza,” I heard him say.
A knot tied itself tight and settled in the bottom of my stomach.
“I know.”
“That never should’ve happened. Caleb’s such a good kid. A good kid.”
I heard her familiar laugh, which suddenly seemed uncomfortable and strange. “Well maybe,” she said, “I’m not looking for ‘a good kid’ right now.” I stumbled, my knees suddenly weak beneath me, and braced my hands against the hood of a car.
“Then what are you looking for, Eliza?!” I screamed, choking over the words. “A selfish asshole?!”
I heard my name escape from under her breath and saw Andrew turn his back to me, his head down. I was blinking furiously, trying to get things to focus in the dark, but soon I felt the warm tears slipping down my cheeks. “A selfish fucking asshole,” I said, and did not stop running until I reached our front porch steps.
***
I stood up when I saw the lights of Andrew’s car pull in. The driver’s door opened, and
he was already saying, “Caleb, I promise it’s not what you think.”
“What I think? What I THINK?! Like I even know what to think, Andrew!”
“Stop yelling, you’re acting like a little kid.”
At this point there was really nothing I could do but punch him in the face. The crack of his jaw surprised me, and we both took two steps back, me with my hand still in the air and Andrew with his hand on his face.
“There,” he grunted, adding a little laugh. “Feel better?” I glared at him hard in the faint glow from the motion light, shook my head, and ran towards him, making my right shoulder big as I rammed it into his ribs, wrapping my arm around his waist and slamming him into the rough dirt of the driveway.
“ENOUGH!” my father yelled, grabbing us both by the shoulder and pulling us apart. We sat on the ground a few feet from each other and stared up at him.
For a minute it was quiet, aside from our heavy breathing, and then Andrew let out an arrogant chuckle. “I’ve got to get out of here,” he said.
“You, Andrew,” my father said, “left us a long time ago.”
***
Hi ladies:)
So here's my dilemma... All of your encouraging words have me anxious to keep rolling, but I'm wondering if (in the interest of our Week 5 Assignment), I should pause and focus on improving the first two chapters for submission? In your opinion, what would strengthen this opening part of the story?
On another note, I have about another chapter and a half until I am completely stuck. Even if it doesn't end up being part of the Week 5 Assignment, I'd welcome any ideas you have about where the story should go!
Thanks!
So here's my dilemma... All of your encouraging words have me anxious to keep rolling, but I'm wondering if (in the interest of our Week 5 Assignment), I should pause and focus on improving the first two chapters for submission? In your opinion, what would strengthen this opening part of the story?
On another note, I have about another chapter and a half until I am completely stuck. Even if it doesn't end up being part of the Week 5 Assignment, I'd welcome any ideas you have about where the story should go!
Thanks!
Monday, July 20, 2009
Chapter 2, cont...
***
Andrew finally rolled out of bed as Dad and I were fixing ourselves some sandwiches for lunch. “Aaagh,” he sighed, stretching his arms and rubbing his eyes obnoxiously. “Wanna whip one of those up for me?”
“No, not really,” I said.
“That’s cool,” he said, laughing and yawning at the same time. “I’m gonna run down to Mac’s Market and grab some decent coffee, anyway. Oh – Caleb, I meant to ask you… The boys and I are gonna play some pick-up ball around 4:00, are you in?”
“Andrew, we milk at 4:00. And Dad has to deliver this afternoon – you already promised you would help.”
“Shit,” he said. “And to think, I almost forgot why this place annoyed me so much.” He grabbed his jacket from the back of a chair and let the door slam behind him.
***
Dad loaded up the milk truck and left around 2:00, and Andrew, much to his own dismay, cancelled his pick-up game and agreed (for the second time) to help me with evening chores.
“I hope you appreciate this,” he said as we were walking to the barn.
“Dude,” I said. “You’re not doing me any favors. I do this every day, I just don’t complain.”
“Whatever, you’re just pissed cause you can’t stand up to Dad, and I stopped letting him run my life five years ago when I decided to go to school.”
“Andrew, he needs me in order to run this farm. And he needs to run this farm in order to survive.”
“But Caleb, do you have any idea how much money he could make if he sold this place?!”
“SOLD this place?! This is our home! This is where Mom is! God, Andrew, what happened to you?”
“I grew up. I moved on.”
“I can grow up without forgetting where I came from. Besides, I don’t mind staying here and working on the farm, Andrew. I like the routine. It’s good, honest, hard work. And I’m in love with Eliza.”
“Yeah, Eliza’s great, Caleb, but… What if she wants more? All she wants is for you to go to school and play ball because that’s what you should be doing. She doesn’t want you to keep catering to Dad. And she sure as hell doesn’t want you sticking around this stupid town for her.”
“I know, I --- how do you know?”
“She told me last night, when I brought her home. She wants you to get out and do something. She doesn’t want anything holding you back, and I know for sure that she’d want to be the last thing stopping you. Caleb, just think about how proud she’d be to see you playing, when she comes to your games with all her cute little soccer friends… I’m sure she loves helping you with farm chores as much as I do, but…”
“All right, Andrew, I’ve got it. Anyway… Are you gonna hunt with us in the morning, or what?”
“The only turkey I’d like to bag is the old man.”
“Shut up.”
“You tell me you never thought about it? You never thought about him gone? Selling this shithole and getting a real life?” he asked.
“Well, maybe I’ve thought about it, but…”
“I’m serious, Caleb. Do me a favor: tell me what he does for you. Has he come to watch one of your basketball games? Has he ever once asked you how school was, or even considered what you wanted to do with your life? He uses you, he treats Eliza like shit – how long do you think she’s gonna put up with it if you hang around here? At least I had Mom to help me out, but Caleb, you’re on your own, buddy. You’ve got to decide what you really want here. I can help you for one more day, but that’s all I can stand, man.”
“Help me? What do you mean, ‘help me’?”
“Tomorrow morning --- are you listening?”
“Yeah.”
“Tomorrow morning… When you and Dad walk down the knoll to push the deer, I’ll set up on the ridge. I’ll pretend to stumble, lose my balance, and – oops! – BANG – New life. You go to school, play ball, make Eliza happy, and we get this albatross from around our neck.”
I forced half a laugh before I had to stop to figure out if he was joking or not. I shook my head and headed back to the house, the images of Andrew’s plan haunting me.
“I hope you appreciate this,” he said as we were walking to the barn.
“Dude,” I said. “You’re not doing me any favors. I do this every day, I just don’t complain.”
“Whatever, you’re just pissed cause you can’t stand up to Dad, and I stopped letting him run my life five years ago when I decided to go to school.”
“Andrew, he needs me in order to run this farm. And he needs to run this farm in order to survive.”
“But Caleb, do you have any idea how much money he could make if he sold this place?!”
“SOLD this place?! This is our home! This is where Mom is! God, Andrew, what happened to you?”
“I grew up. I moved on.”
“I can grow up without forgetting where I came from. Besides, I don’t mind staying here and working on the farm, Andrew. I like the routine. It’s good, honest, hard work. And I’m in love with Eliza.”
“Yeah, Eliza’s great, Caleb, but… What if she wants more? All she wants is for you to go to school and play ball because that’s what you should be doing. She doesn’t want you to keep catering to Dad. And she sure as hell doesn’t want you sticking around this stupid town for her.”
“I know, I --- how do you know?”
“She told me last night, when I brought her home. She wants you to get out and do something. She doesn’t want anything holding you back, and I know for sure that she’d want to be the last thing stopping you. Caleb, just think about how proud she’d be to see you playing, when she comes to your games with all her cute little soccer friends… I’m sure she loves helping you with farm chores as much as I do, but…”
“All right, Andrew, I’ve got it. Anyway… Are you gonna hunt with us in the morning, or what?”
“The only turkey I’d like to bag is the old man.”
“Shut up.”
“You tell me you never thought about it? You never thought about him gone? Selling this shithole and getting a real life?” he asked.
“Well, maybe I’ve thought about it, but…”
“I’m serious, Caleb. Do me a favor: tell me what he does for you. Has he come to watch one of your basketball games? Has he ever once asked you how school was, or even considered what you wanted to do with your life? He uses you, he treats Eliza like shit – how long do you think she’s gonna put up with it if you hang around here? At least I had Mom to help me out, but Caleb, you’re on your own, buddy. You’ve got to decide what you really want here. I can help you for one more day, but that’s all I can stand, man.”
“Help me? What do you mean, ‘help me’?”
“Tomorrow morning --- are you listening?”
“Yeah.”
“Tomorrow morning… When you and Dad walk down the knoll to push the deer, I’ll set up on the ridge. I’ll pretend to stumble, lose my balance, and – oops! – BANG – New life. You go to school, play ball, make Eliza happy, and we get this albatross from around our neck.”
I forced half a laugh before I had to stop to figure out if he was joking or not. I shook my head and headed back to the house, the images of Andrew’s plan haunting me.
***
Friday, July 17, 2009
The Invisible Son, Chapter 2
We got to the party around 9:00. Amanda wasn’t there, but all of the guys were psyched to see Andrew. He had, after all, been the star basketball player when my friends and I were just in Junior High. They crowded around, admiring his car, and asking him questions about college ball. He played off the attention, but loved every minute of it, and I just sat back and smiled, holding on to Eliza beside the fire.
“Andrew’s done really well for himself, huh?” she said.
“Yeah, I guess he has. It’s good to have him around.”
“Too bad your dad had to drive him away.”
“It wasn’t all my dad, Eliza. Andrew had something to do with it.”
“Yeah, I know,” she sighed. “I’m just saying, good for him for going out and doing what he wanted to do, ya know? He wouldn’t have come this far working on the farm with your father. I just hope you don’t sacrifice a really good opportunity to go to school and play ball, just to humor him, Caleb. You’re too good. That’s all.”
I kissed her quickly, mostly because I didn’t know how else to respond.
I was surprised when Andrew went to the car and brought back a case of beer. I had not asked him to buy for us, and I wouldn’t expect him to. He knew that we were all under age. He set the case down and tossed me a beer, and soon the drinking turned into an unspoken contest between the two of us. Andrew could obviously hold his alcohol better than I could, and soon, the fire started to spin around the glowing faces and shadows of the trees. I patted Eliza’s leg and got up, stumbling and puking in the taller grass. When I returned, the guys were laughing with Andrew.
“…And Andrew takes a two-point lead in the Lemieux Brothers’ Battle of Budweiser,” someone announced. I was hardly amused. Then I saw Andrew take a hit and pass the bowl, smiling.
“I didn’t know you smoked pot,” I said.
“I don’t,” he answered. “But I’m on vacation in the Northeast Kingdom, what do you expect?” He was really getting a big kick out of himself, and so was everyone else. Even Eliza was grinning.
“Whatever, dude, but I need to go to bed. You almost ready, Eliza?”
“I guess.”
“All right, all right,” Andrew laughed. “It’s past Caleb’s bedtime. You guys take it easy – and stay out of trouble!” He took his time slapping hands before jumping in the car.
We were almost to our road when I started to get sick again. Andrew dropped me off and offered to take Eliza home.
“Poor kid,” he said, rustling my head as I got out of the car. “Once you get to college, you’ll learn how to handle this stuff like a champ.”
“Yeah, I know,” she sighed. “I’m just saying, good for him for going out and doing what he wanted to do, ya know? He wouldn’t have come this far working on the farm with your father. I just hope you don’t sacrifice a really good opportunity to go to school and play ball, just to humor him, Caleb. You’re too good. That’s all.”
I kissed her quickly, mostly because I didn’t know how else to respond.
I was surprised when Andrew went to the car and brought back a case of beer. I had not asked him to buy for us, and I wouldn’t expect him to. He knew that we were all under age. He set the case down and tossed me a beer, and soon the drinking turned into an unspoken contest between the two of us. Andrew could obviously hold his alcohol better than I could, and soon, the fire started to spin around the glowing faces and shadows of the trees. I patted Eliza’s leg and got up, stumbling and puking in the taller grass. When I returned, the guys were laughing with Andrew.
“…And Andrew takes a two-point lead in the Lemieux Brothers’ Battle of Budweiser,” someone announced. I was hardly amused. Then I saw Andrew take a hit and pass the bowl, smiling.
“I didn’t know you smoked pot,” I said.
“I don’t,” he answered. “But I’m on vacation in the Northeast Kingdom, what do you expect?” He was really getting a big kick out of himself, and so was everyone else. Even Eliza was grinning.
“Whatever, dude, but I need to go to bed. You almost ready, Eliza?”
“I guess.”
“All right, all right,” Andrew laughed. “It’s past Caleb’s bedtime. You guys take it easy – and stay out of trouble!” He took his time slapping hands before jumping in the car.
We were almost to our road when I started to get sick again. Andrew dropped me off and offered to take Eliza home.
“Poor kid,” he said, rustling my head as I got out of the car. “Once you get to college, you’ll learn how to handle this stuff like a champ.”
***
Wednesday morning came far sooner and far harsher than I was prepared for. I stood in the garage, squinting painfully against the bitter light of Dad’s work lamp. My head throbbed with every nail that was pounded into the new ladder for the tree stand as my father stood over my shoulder.
At that moment I hated my father for waking me. I hated my friends for laughing at me. And I hated my brother for humiliating me. My brother, who was still curled comfortably in his bed.
“I think Andrew said he wanted to help, too, Dad.”
“Andrew doesn’t know what he’s doing, Caleb. You’re doing a good job. Let him sleep.
***
Friday, July 10, 2009
***
Andrew pulled in the driveway two days before Thanksgiving, just as I was finishing the evening chores. I laughed to myself; leave it to Andrew to still be arriving just as the work was done. The dust of the driveway clung to the shiny sides of his brand-new, black Land Rover. I was probably too excited as I waved to him, because he grinned coolly and lifted one stiff arm as though he could just as easily be shielding the sun from his eyes.
“What’s up, kid?” he laughed as he got out of the car, fixing his hair and his pants in one easy motion. “Damn, Caleb, when did you get so tall? What are you, you must have me beat by now.”
“Six four,” I nodded.
“Well, Jesus, stand up straight then, you look like a lanky sonofabitch all slouched over like that.”
“I’ve been milking for the past two hours, Andrew.”
“Eh, well anyway, when’s dinner? I’m starving.”
“Eliza’s making Shepherd’s Pie right now. Should be ready soon.”
“You’ve got her trained already, huh man?”
I turned towards the house, and looked behind me only once, to see Andrew curling his face at the manure on the sides of his shoes.
***
Andrew, Eliza, and I were sitting at the table when my father walked in. He did not acknowledge Andrew, but after we all began to eat, he asked, “What’s that car doing in the driveway?” My father loved to ask questions that he obviously knew the answers to.
“It’s mine,” Andrew said. “Company car.”
“Company car,” my father repeated, unimpressed. “Caleb, we’ll have to work on the tree stand some time tomorrow.”
“Yeah, sure. Anytime, really, since we don’t have school.”
“No school tomorrow?” Andrew asked, turning to Eliza and me. “So then, what are the big plans for tonight, kids?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “Zack’s having a bonfire at his place. Actually, didn’t you graduate with his older sister? She’s usually around. You should come.”
“Amanda?” Andrew laughed. “Yeah, maybe I’ll drop you guys off or something. Say a quick hello.”
“Don’t forget you’ve got to be up early, Caleb,” my father said.
“I know, Dad.”
“Don’t worry,” Andrew said. “I’ll take care of him.”
Eliza squeezed my leg gently under the table, and I covered her hand. My father stood up, mumbling. “Caleb’s decisions, I have never been very worried about.”
“What’s up, kid?” he laughed as he got out of the car, fixing his hair and his pants in one easy motion. “Damn, Caleb, when did you get so tall? What are you, you must have me beat by now.”
“Six four,” I nodded.
“Well, Jesus, stand up straight then, you look like a lanky sonofabitch all slouched over like that.”
“I’ve been milking for the past two hours, Andrew.”
“Eh, well anyway, when’s dinner? I’m starving.”
“Eliza’s making Shepherd’s Pie right now. Should be ready soon.”
“You’ve got her trained already, huh man?”
I turned towards the house, and looked behind me only once, to see Andrew curling his face at the manure on the sides of his shoes.
***
Andrew, Eliza, and I were sitting at the table when my father walked in. He did not acknowledge Andrew, but after we all began to eat, he asked, “What’s that car doing in the driveway?” My father loved to ask questions that he obviously knew the answers to.
“It’s mine,” Andrew said. “Company car.”
“Company car,” my father repeated, unimpressed. “Caleb, we’ll have to work on the tree stand some time tomorrow.”
“Yeah, sure. Anytime, really, since we don’t have school.”
“No school tomorrow?” Andrew asked, turning to Eliza and me. “So then, what are the big plans for tonight, kids?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “Zack’s having a bonfire at his place. Actually, didn’t you graduate with his older sister? She’s usually around. You should come.”
“Amanda?” Andrew laughed. “Yeah, maybe I’ll drop you guys off or something. Say a quick hello.”
“Don’t forget you’ve got to be up early, Caleb,” my father said.
“I know, Dad.”
“Don’t worry,” Andrew said. “I’ll take care of him.”
Eliza squeezed my leg gently under the table, and I covered her hand. My father stood up, mumbling. “Caleb’s decisions, I have never been very worried about.”
***
July 10th, 2009
Hello, group members!
I just wanted to take a moment to introduce the writing piece I'm hoping to share with you all. Let me start by saying I welcome ANY feedback you can give me. This is a work of fiction that I've had bouncing around for several years, and have notoriously given up on. I have tried using different points of view, have about four different plotlines I've tested, and am still at a loss. In fact, I probably would have given up on it entirely if we hadn't had this opportunity to blog... Even then, I was tempted to journal the events of my summer (which I still may throw in from time to time), but it seems like a great chance to get feedback and direction, so thank you in advance for your help:)
Cheers...
I just wanted to take a moment to introduce the writing piece I'm hoping to share with you all. Let me start by saying I welcome ANY feedback you can give me. This is a work of fiction that I've had bouncing around for several years, and have notoriously given up on. I have tried using different points of view, have about four different plotlines I've tested, and am still at a loss. In fact, I probably would have given up on it entirely if we hadn't had this opportunity to blog... Even then, I was tempted to journal the events of my summer (which I still may throw in from time to time), but it seems like a great chance to get feedback and direction, so thank you in advance for your help:)
Cheers...
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