- Stop blaming the negative drag on my mood as remnants from the election
- Finish a story I'd begun for my husband
- Finish the poetry book I'd been inspired to start last year
- Before the recent local author book festival
- Before the beginning of May
- Before the first half of the year was gone
- Before this meeting and then that meeting
- Outline the duology about suburban magic
- Outline a vampire novel about a vampire who decides to give up the faith
- Actually decorate for my husband's birthday
- Finish the short stories that would serve as the introduction to the book of poetry
- Finish just the one short story featuring a monkey
- REALLY. Sit down and work on the monkey story.
- There is a story. About a monkey who wrecks a woman's ability to enjoy stories once upon a time. FINISH IT.
- Forget about the monkey story.
- No, you're not going to work on that story.
- STOP NOTICING MONKEYS EVERYWHERE.
- Crap. Okay, one page hinting at the theme of the monkey story. In this tiny notebook. And then stop.
Seriously considered that what I really wanted to be and do was something else and that writing was always a second choice.
Once upon a time there was a monkey who could see that some things--stories, dreams--were alive in a way that animals are not. It wanted to know what they were made of. All it needed was a room and two little kids who would believe in the buttons and dials and Jacob's ladders of a lab long enough for the monkey to see through to the bones of the stories and a few tame stories.