So cold today that I can't warm my hands. Fingers on the keys are stiff. What a great writing day, nevertheless. Two whole scenes rolled out of my head -- Easter and her boy Dubby, who has Down Syndrome and is "sweet and ornery and fragile and tough." Easter has lost two boys to the war in Vietnam. Writing her leaves me both filled and drained.
Yesterday I was privileged to hear the mothers of Kevin Durant (Thunder) and Blake and Taylor Griffin (OU basketball) speak. They talked of their faith and their memories of, and hopes for, their boys. I took copious notes and plan to write them up for my own sons, and for daughters who are both mothers of one son each. We are all so similar, we mothers of these young man who still scrape their knees and come home to us. What a precious time I had, listening to them.
Tomorrow I'll go back over today's new scenes in this Big Book (#4) and flesh them out, let the characters fatten up. All writers do that -- breathe life into the bodies, give them fingers and toes and noses and bone joints, then command them to bloom. What a fantastic job.
Carolyn Wall
In case this author becomes a recluse, this is what she looked like....Courtesy Jennifer J. Parker
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