Happy Wednesday! Eek, I missed a couple of these due to vacation and something weird from last week (can’t remember what). Anyway, I’m back for now.
My writing has been hit or miss, due to several editing jobs and my ongoing battles with chronic illness, condescending medical professionals, and my insurance company. But I’ve managed some progress, so there is that.
While I have written some, mostly I’ve done planning and some research. This novel is (for reasons) in four different POVs. The previous snippets have introduced two of them. Now we’ll meet the third. This is Robbie, a music teacher and mother of 4 (blended family with her partner; this is before marriage equality in NY).
WIPmath: 7/17/19 = 1 + 7 = 8 paragraphs.
Robbie and Jan’s kitchen was chaos, with all four kids plus Jan throwing lunches into reusable sacks and filling water bottles. Logan, the oldest, was helping the other three make sandwiches while Robbie sliced apples. Jan grabbed the pretzels and doled them out into baggies. Everyone was talking at the same time.
“Not pretzels again!”
“Mom, you have to peel those for my braces.”
“I wanted peanut butter toast for breakfast!”
“Grape jelly, Logan! I hate strawberry.”
Robbie tuned most of it out, since the kids could sort themselves over the sandwiches and the toast. She peeled the apple slices for Logan and Sierra, left peel on for Autumn, and put a whole apple in Brittany’s lunch. She lined up the water bottles and dropped ice cubes into them.
“We’re gonna be late for camp,” Brittany complained.
“No, you’re not.” Jan looked at the clock over the sink. “We still have fifteen minutes. I’ll get you there on time, don’t worry.”
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The chaos of getting everyone to go. I can feel that. The one aspect of summer vacation I enjoy is the lack of rushing, and that’s with only 2 kids. Great snippet
Oh, this sounds like my house when my kiddos were young, though I only had three at the time. You learn how to tune out what’s not important and how to focus on the crucial things.
I hope the rest, meaning medical and life stuff, continues to sort itself out for you.