1. I was feeling totally stuck (pun acknowledged) about where the heck to go with Scrappy.
|Scrappy, work in progress|
overworked, busy, not cohesive
2. I suddenly knew that today was the day I was going to tap into an excerpt from a novel I read a few weeks ago.
My Aunt Joyce died in Vermont in late January, and my cousins have been very much on my mind. We exchanged a flurry of emails in the week or two immediately following Joyce's death but then Judy's first grandchild was born, Dee returned to Alabama, Cilla returned to Spain, and we each picked up the respective threads of our day-to-day rhythms and responsibilities.
I think of my cousins often as I move through those rhythms and responsibilities.
Here are the lines I jotted down from Elisabeth Egan's novel A Window Opens, from a scene following the death of the main character's mother:
One by one, the guests left my mom's house. They promised to check in soon and made us promise to let them know if there was anything they could do.
News flash: nobody is going to give you an assignment. Just do something.
No one is going to give me an assignment with Scrappy.
No one is going to give me an assignment to let my cousins know I'm thinking of them.
News flash to self: just do something.
I cut Scrappy into pieces.