When the itch hits, you must scratch. You can’t help it. That annoying sensation that consumes your thoughts and permeates your focus demands attention.
When the itch hits, you must scratch. You can’t help it. That annoying sensation that consumes your thoughts and permeates your focus demands attention. Even in sleep, that itch will bring you out of slumber with a tingle, a buzz, or sometimes a maddening burn.
So you get after it. Satiate it; or rather conquer that urge, by scratching.
Those of you, who possess the willpower to ignore the itch, are missing out on the sheer pleasure of rubbing it away. It feels good when you scratch with purpose.
You don’t believe me? Give it a try. Resist the impulse to dig in with your claws and allow the itch to fade on its own.
I’ll wait until you’re done…….
Hmmm…It would have felt so much better had you ripped into it with fingernails or a Brillo Pad on a stick (You get pretty creative when that itch is hard to reach).
Okay, about now you’re probably wondering what is this woman going on about; Itching and Scratching and what not?
Here it goes…
Two years ago, I picked up my laptop and decided to try my hand at writing a manuscript- a bucket list item. I had this story in my head and the scenes kept playing out in my imagination in High-Def. It was distracting and annoying as hell. So I scratched. Eventually, the narrative was all worked out from the Prologue to the Happily Ever After – In my head, that is. So, I went for it. Put fingers to keyboard and before I knew it, I was five chapters in, on my way to writing a best seller.
One day I took a detour into a Don Winslow novel – some light reading for entertainment. Boy-oh-Boy, what a reality check that was. I stopped writing. Who was I kidding? I could never match the creative knitting of words and prose, of such an author as Don Winslow. Duly put in my place, I abandoned the idea of writing a novel and proceeded to set my focus on my day job (Engineering) and my evening job (House cleaner and Cook). But that annoying itch would not go away.
These characters stayed with me. Their story demanded that I continue to write…and so after a six-month hiatus, I did. I found my mojo, hit my stride and disappeared off of the face of the earth while I finished my first Novel.
I have one manuscript completed (unedited) and I’m well into another.
My story entitled “Breaking a Cycle” is a modern day glance at the Fannie Hurst Novel, “Imitation of Life”. You may remember the old movies of 1934 and 1959. This novel and cinematic works portrayed the struggles of women and blacks in that era.
I’ve used the word “glance” to lessen the comparison. It is not my intentions to try and recapture what Fannie Hurst wrote over eighty-two years ago. It’s just not possible for obvious reasons. I hadn’t even intended to write about such things, at first. The story simply took a direction and I dug deeper wanting to provide a work of substance.
A friend of mine said “It’s a good hook,” so I went it.
I’m posting an excerpt entitled, “No Longer Me.” Let me know what you think.