“Hold on daddy, my friend wants to trade pokemon cards.”
I fidget. The car’s 50 feet away. Do I have time to run out, get it down on paper then come and get her?
“Let’s go daddy, he doesn’t have good cards.”
She hugs me. I feel a second of calm. She’s a happy 8 year old who talks about her day in third grade. I stare at the yellow composition pad. I can’t wait.
“Daddy, what are you doing?”
I smile, embarrassingly.
“Writing the story about the girl who plays guitar. Something bad is happening to her.”
My daughter rolls her eyes.
This is my response to my friend Velvet’s 100 word challenge at http://www.velvetverbosity.com/2011/11/10/100-words-of-emotional-rollercoasters/ The one word prompt is WRITING.
Today’s song is from one of my favorite 1980s bands, Hoo Doo Gurus. Lyrically the song isn’t compatible, but I often refer to my pencils and pens as drugs or poison because I can;t stop looking at them and/or writing. Here’s Hood Doo Gurus’ Poison Pen…good song