This year has been like being stuck upside on a roller coaster while they are searching amusement park ticket. . . It’s only been the first three months. Sighs. I claim that the other nine months will be so much better. We had started to year with paperwork and money issues that was so stressful that gave my brother, with a million other health issues, ulcers and breathing issues. I finally got everything to settle down for me to get a tooth infection, so bad it gave me headaches, severe dangerous swelling, and breathing and sinus issues. I had to go to the ER and specialist dentist. (I’m still waiting on surgery) Then we had a death in the family; which now I feel had caused silent wars (at least wars in my head over what is really good/Justice/Fair vs what I needed to do for my brother and my own health? I’m working on personal writing, kind of memoir…for NaNoWriMo …trying to break my writer’s block.)
(Camp is kind of a joke mom and I have when I tell her I’m writing for Camp NaNoWriMo during the months of April and July (or is it August). . . )
Short story idea:
Funny story (fictional). . . I am missed the bus for camp. . .
Anyway. . . they have set up the camp each time with a different theme. . . I’ll be honest I haven’t checked out the theme and now I am on hold for forty-five minutes and heard the song “You put the lime in the coconut” at least eleven times.
I negotiated with this secretarial lady who went on about her kids that were actually cats all named after candy. . . Tootsie pop was a Tuxedo cat, Nerds was a clumsy orange striped male, Snickers was tortoiseshell who was very nutty, Babe Ruth was a black and white cat who knew he could go the distance, Milky way was the mama cat who was a mixed breed rescue, and Skittles was a white cat with brown spots and very hyper.
“We have a lift. . . bus picking up the few that got left behind. . .” She sighed as this happened every camp. They gave me at time to be ready on day two. . . but I will miss the first day. She gave me writing assignment for day one. . .
“Write two short stories: Why were you late? However one story is the truth and second story is very far off lie. Please have these two stories with you on the bus.” She exclaimed. . .”the bus will pick me up at 2:30, please be packed, ready, and stories finished. You’re first group will be in the bus.” She rushed. . . “Thank you have a nice day!”
Rebekah Quinne 