So, you don’t know what to write…. ?
Me either. I’m writing things, let’s see if this goes anywhere.
Having writing block can be a lot of things.
You can be in the middle of a novel or short story and not know what to write next. You can constantly type a sentence or a paragraph and think… “yeah! That’s it.” Only to notice within about one minute or so your finger holding the back space button for what feels like infinity.
You also can be sitting around thinking, “gosh I really need to write something, anything no-less.” And… This is what comes…. (_______________) That’s nothing my friend.
Whoa, I almost just held backspace into infinity, but my left hand grabbed my right hand and pinned it on the side of the desk.
Lucky for you!!
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Once there was a girl who lived in Missouri. She liked Missouri well enough, that’s because she’d never been anywhere else. In fact she had never been out of her county. Her county was called Jasper. Jasper County is all she had ever seen. Joplin is where she had rested her head for all those multitudes of times of slumber.
Nineteen years ago her parents were up in the air between a few different names to give to their daughter. They were not completely certain that they were having a girl, but they felt it in their hearts, and in their bones. Her parents, Jane and Charles, decided they could come up with a name for a boy on the fly if need be, but they wanted to focus on their new baby girl. It just felt right.
One of their names was Sabine Joe-Lee and the other was Jasmine Catherine. Their last name was Moon. Jane’s last name before marrying Charles was Oakes. And Charles before marrying Jane was Moon.
So, Charles and Jane Moon thought and thought. They would tell their friends completely different names they were thinking of, like: Adam Todd Moon, Brian Leroy Moon, Sarah Victoria Moon. And so on. Their friends loved their names. Jane and Charles beamed every time that there was a compliment on one of the names they would all discuss.
When their friends would leave, Charles and Jane would spend hours on the floor laughing and spasming, drunk on love and happiness. They would recount phrases their friends used to shower love on how wonderous a name that they had chosen for their soon to be child. Jane would barely be able to get out, “Adam Todd Moon,” one would say, “that sounds like a future president!”
Charles spitting up his drink then said, “Adam and Todd are two of my least favorite first names for boys in the world!”
And the laughing, rolling and spasming would continue.
A couple weeks later on the frantic ride to the hospital the spasming and laughing had diminished, instead all the spasming was going on inside of Jane’s body. Charles’ right hand was crushed and he thought it would never, ever be functionable again.
“FASTER!” Jane screamed in a dialect barely passable for human.
“OWWWWWW!” Charles screamed back, his mind only focusing on the agony of his right hand.
Instantly, Charles was forced to focus on more than just his hand as suddenly, he yanked his right hand away from Jane, managed to drive through two semi-trucks and missed a twelve year old boy delivering his paper route all at 63 miles an hour in downtown Joplin.
Jane screamed again, this time completely unintelligible and instantly Charles gave his hand back to her.
They both screamed together now.
Jane and Charles would arrive at the hospital at the same time, but be admitted for completely different reasons. Jane, obviously in the middle of childbirth and Charles would be scurried away as his hand was completely destroyed, hanging limply, mangled, like he had been trying to fend a panther away from Jane on the way to the hospital.
After Jane delivered a 7 pound 9 ounce bundle of blue eye, blonde hair female, they wheeled Charles into the room. Jane and Charles looked into their eyes and said Sabine!
And so it was.
Sabine Joe-Lee Moon was born September 24th.
From the first day of her existence on planet earth she was full of spunk.
She learned and grew quickly. She whizzed through school and broke a lot of hearts, “but it wasn’t on purpose” she would always say with a sly smile.
When she was 18 and had graduated high school she had to make the choice of going to work or going to school.
Jane, Charles and Sabine sat around the breakfast table, each of them with an eye on the other. They were waiting for who was going to speak first. They all cleared their throat at the same time and said, “well” but, then all stopped and laughed. It was 7:46 a.m. everything was funny.
Sabine said, “I’m going to Votterot College. It’s right in town and I can save a bunch of money sleeping here when I want.”
Charles jokingly said, “when you want huh? Like when you don’t have better offers?”
Sabine looked at her mom and said, “yeah that’s right.”
Jane and Charles knew that she had been taking care of herself well for the last three years.
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And that’s where Jane, Charles and Sabine are at.