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In the US, it was Mother’s Day yesterday. My mom is gone now but she (along with my dad) supported my writing efforts. So I’m going to share a “mom and writing” moment here.
It was a short story that had turned into the thriller-that-wasn’t. But I allowed my mom to read the first chapter. She had a puzzled look on her face. “It doesn’t end?”
I smiled. “No, it’s the setup for the rest of the story.”
“No,” she said, holding out the last page. “It doesn’t end.”
I took the page from her with a little impatience, ready to defend my darling, when I saw she was right—somehow, I had omitted the last paragraph.
“Oops,” I said.
She forgave me.
After she read the rest, I asked, “What did you think?”
“Well, it needs more sex,” she replied.
Mom, I miss you lots.
* Image courtesy of scottchan at FreeDigitalPhotos.net
Haha! A lovely memory to savor and share. Thanks!
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Dear JM,
What a fun moment to have shared with your mom. Keep those great memories alive in your heart and in your writing.
Cheryl
Thank you!!
I missed this one the first time, and it’s lovely and funny, J.M.!
Thank you!
Oh, that’s too funny!
She was an amazing person who cracked me up from time to time but always with honest truths.