It was a cold, rainy Sunday—perfect for writing without the guilt of “wasting” a gorgeous day inside. But, after five solid hours of writing, I’m lured out of my little upstairs office chair by the scent of dinner.
Oh, cool, he made dinner. Mmmm…smells like steak!
When I get to the kitchen, it’s clear he’s irritated.
“Nothing,” he says without looking at me.
After 17 years, I can tell when he’s pissed. I even know why.
“Oh, come on. What? What’s the problem?” I hound him as he snaps at the kids about something or other.
I know damn well that he’s mad because I’ve been writing all day.
“Nothing, it’s just…you’ve been up there all day while I’m trying to do everything,” he says as he scoops dinner onto the girls’ plates.
I knew it
“What is this?,” Kelly says as she looks at plate, her top lip curling and nose wrinkling. “And, corn again? I’m sick of corn.”
“I hate steak,” Lauren says.
Dan has had it and says to no one (and, yet, everyone), “Whatever. Then, don’t eat it. I don’t care anymore. I don’t know why I even try, … .”
When he’s done, I say, “You know, I told you I needed to write today,” I say. “I have FOUR stories I’ve been putting off.”
“Well, that’s fine, but then I have to do everything while you’re working and, we don’t need the money. That’s why I don’t take side work,” he says.
But, for me, it’s not work. And I’m sure as hell not doing it for the money.
About Just Write
“What ends up revealing itself when free writing is that everything has meaning. That is a magnificent gift of writing. If we write from a free heart-gut place, our souls start speaking.”