LIFE'S NOT EASY - NEITHER IS DYING

If you read the prior post, you know I am trying to write a challenging chapter. Challenging on several planes - for several reasons. Distractions come easily. At some points I welcome them. Like now. So I look out the office window at the beautiful blue sky with only a few white cotton ball clouds. The sun sparkles off the water that moves from west to east (for the moment. The current changes as easily as my nerves lately.). Fall has arrives in this part of the state and the largest oak tree along the shoreline has finally caught up, the leaves at the top a bright rusty gold while mid-way down they are still green. The pine tree across to its left is its ever-present green but dropping needles, I know.

I can see the trees on the opposite side of the shore, a rainbow of reds, oranges, yellows and greens both bright and dark. All the summer docks have been pulled up. There are no boats zipping, no jet skis skipping, no motor sounds. The water is quiet except of the wind. It has been windy this past week. Everything from blow-the-house-down windy to just breezy enough to blow down the leaves and send them bouncing across the lawn. "Just keep right on and into the woods," I urge from my spot. I have no time or desire to be raking. I am suppose to be killing my victim.

But I wrote this first draft some time ago. But it aside to mellow and not it is going into the fire of review and rewrite through the writers group. A NEW first Chapter I had not planned on, but there it is on my "to do list" along with some ironing that has been waiting nearly a month. And the large driveway garden that needs to be cleared for the removal of TONS of iris rhizomes. I couldn't remove them last Spring so I vowed to get rid of them this Fall. Must be done, even if it takes an ax to get the job done. (Hate those irises - ugly color.)

See? There are so many ways to avoid doing what must be done. I've completed the research. Have the dialogue. Know how the "device works. It's just the "getting to it" that keeps getting in the way.

It will be done, I know. It's just that she's such a nice person. And she's had a hard time of things. She thought life was just about to get better. It was all in the business of trusting and betrayal. Bad choices, poor thing.