Day One.
Today is Day One. Day one of “Shut Up and Write!” a group I found on the MeetUp app for people who want a little group accountability to get them to put fingers to keys and produce something. A friend of mine who has written quite a bit, self-published a bit, pressures me periodically by emailing me links to “Get published online!” I tell him I haven’t even written anything yet. So, here I sit. At a table with a guy named Paul who is writing science fiction for adults this time-- he usually writes for t eens. What will I write about, you ask? My dad. (Quick glance up to the ceiling as my eyes well up and my throat closes in on the lemonade I’m trying, with difficulty, to swallow.) My sons want to know about the grandpa they never met. I can sympathize. It’s a strange generational coincidence that my boys’ mother’s dad died when she was in her 20’s, and that her own mother’s dad died when she was a wispy 10-year old-- a ...