Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Boys will be boys
Bill sat down and laughed at my antics as the kids beat me at their game. I could see he was itching to get back up there and whack that ball. He looked next door at our Bosnian neighbor who speaks limited English. Bill called his name. "You. Me." Hand motions of a power hit, a finger wiggle to come on...that's all it took. These two guys played as though they were competing for an Olympic gold medal. They socked each other in the head a time or two with that ball; they laughed, grunted, strained, wound that rope to within an inch and then managed to undo it over and over again. We sat on the patio laughing ourselves silly. I don't know who won, but by the time the game ended, they were both panting and clutching their chests. Silly boys preening and strutting their stuff...for two days now.
Sometimes I think we writers are like this. We sit back and observe, test the waters and then jump right in, fist pump at our success, smile for a few days. All it takes is a challenge, a prompt or a call for submission. I'm wiggling my finger at you. Come take the challenge. Won't you send me a story on the topic of family? I want the down and dirty. Don't send me sweet and fluffy. If you short-sheeted your brother, swiped your sisters boyfriend, scared your crazy aunt out of the bathtub...write about it. I'll help you edit before you sumbit to the database if you want. Guidelines above for: Not Your Mother's Book...On Family, and also NYMB...on Being a Mom, and also NYMB...on Being an Expectant Mom. They have over 35 titles in development...dogs, cats, kids, grandkids. Check it out.