Friday line

Mother, may I?

I am behind in days, on posts, but I’m here. Today, yesterday evening I finished reading another manuscript, e-mailed my Bio and a photo to Unleash Creatives, who I read for and write with, and washed and trimmed my hair which are all successes for me. Tomorrow, (which is now today) I hope to list some books on Etsy. I’ve been slacking. A stack of books taunting me still. I have been writing though. Working on a piece for another call on the theme of time and still adding rough drafts to my mom theme. Six and a half micro pieces on one Google Doc. I haven’t gone back to edit anything. Just adding as it comes. A new approach that is either genius, or a nightmare.

Was going to sleep in this morning but I had a piece in my head. Again about a mother. A mother who liked the idea of mother and mothering, but was not a good mother, something along the lines of Medea? Being a mother is hard work for sure, harder if that was not essentially your end game. I married into motherhood. Three girls looking up to me, a girl mothered up to a point, then raised out of fear and anger and resentment. I always think I’ve done a poor job until I hear it from the horse’s mouth. My husband and most importantly, my girls who tell me what a great job I’ve done, am doing. I know I am far from perfect but I also know I am a good mother and am still learning, every day still. I will be looking for submission calls for Mother’s Day will definitely have finished pieces soon.

But this is Friday, which means Friday Line. This is from what was going to be a Substack post but it turned into something else, but I will share the first line or two here: Wednesday night, I dreamt of bad behaviors, bad choices made by me. A horror movie where we are the first to die, always. A summer storm raged outside though it is not even Spring…

How have you been spending our days? What are you writing? What are you reading?

Acireale, 2018