Paul Is Eight-Months-Old Today

He had his checkup yesterday. Here are his stats:

Weight: 8605 grams (about 45th percentile) I could have sworn he was 10 kg. He’s so heavy!

Length: 68.5 cm (about 35th percentile)

Head circumference: 44.2 cm (about 25th percentile)

I love my boy! I can’t believe how little boyish he is; he’s not such a “baby” anymore.

We’re going to spend his eighth-month day by going to downtown Melbourne.

FICTION Three Word Wednesday: Deny Smile Uncomfortable

“Do you deny it?” she asked, pinching the unknown lipstick tube between two fingers, her face red. Still he sat with an uncomfortable smile.

“How long has it been going on?” She dropped the lipstick on the dresser and walked to the closet, her slip swishing.

He didn’t respond but fiddled with his tie and tried to avoid her glare.

“I thought I could trust you when you said…” She let her sentence trail off as she pulled the black dress over her head.

The silence continued as she struggled with the zipper. Finally, he spoke: “I couldn’t help it. I would have stopped, but…”

“You couldn’t help it!” She spat the words out and stopped dressing to stare at him again. “I don’t believe that.”

His smile had disappeared. Now he looked down at his hands, which sat limply in his lap.

“I mean, what were you thinking?” She had resumed dressing and now reached for her jewelry box.

“I have this passion, honey,” he mumbled. “I felt… I had to …. Besides, you’ve been working so late.”

“Even if I’m not here, don’t I have any say in how you spend your weeknights?” She grumbled as she knelt before him. He looked up to see her slender neck, the pearl necklace he’d given her waiting to be clasped.

“I want you to trust me,” he said, clasping her hook and letting his hand graze her soft skin. “I’ll call right now. The whole thing is off.” His face looked calm, but his eyes still looked troubled.

She smiled softly and sighed, still kneeling before him. “Does it really mean that much to you?”

“Yes.” His eyes begged hers for understanding.

She sighed again and stood. “Then act in that bizarre drama.” She motioned for him to take her arm. “I just never thought I’d have a husband so obsessed with the stage.”

Last week, I practiced creating a scene and emotion in 140 characters. I did the same this week, but then I decided I needed to finish the scene. What was really happening? I had fun trying to do so.

Happy Thoughts

Today, I found a list on a sticky note inside my pocket hymnal. Because of the items on the list, I believe I wrote it when I was traveling in the Middle East with my BYU semester abroad eight years ago. It’s amazing that the note is still sticky after all these years.

Happy Thoughts

  • laughing
  • the Ah Ha moment
  • blowing in the wind at the front of the boat [on the Sea of Galilee]
  • sunshine
  • blue skies
  • talking with friends
  • hope
  • clear, starry night
  • humming along with songs
  • a dance beat
  • finishing something
  • holding a sleeping baby
  • testimony

I wish I remembered what “the Ah Ha moment” is. It sounds so nice.

What is on your Happy Thoughts list? Was your list different eight years ago?

Very Short Writing for Three Prompts

Daily Writing Tips and Copyblogger have both posted about very short story writing lately. Copyblogger even held a contest for very short stories, limited to 140 characters. Not 140 words: 140 characters. I felt inspired after reading the entries. The winners are found here, or see all the entries and be the judge yourself at Smithereens Blog.

I unfortunately didn’t find the contest in time to enter and win, but here are my three attempts, each one exactly 140 characters.

Three Word Wednesday #88: Blurred Illegal Match

My eyes blurred when I heard sirens. Another, I groaned inside. I didn’t know the turn was illegal! Yesterday’s ticket did not need a match.

[Note: I had a hard time keeping the words in order. And then I realized I probably didn’t have to. Oh well. There you have it.]

Sunday Scribblings #113: Curve

We studied together for the exam, sharing notes and answers. Test day came and I did well: 100%. But no one would face me: I set the curve.

[Note: I hated it when teachers graded tests based on curves! When people then do well on the test, they’re socially ostracized.]

Writer’s Island: Extravaganza

One night each month, we set aside homework, turned on the music, and danced: six 19-year-olds acting like girls at a homemade extravaganza.

These were so incredibly fun to do! If you want to try, link or paste yours in the comments!

My Manuscript Stinks: Four Scenes

The monthly challenge for the My Manuscript Stinks Society (MMS Society) was to write four scenes of a novel.

Make sure that each scene creates a different emotion or group of emotions. Also, make sure that each scene features at least one strong image (try using all five of the senses).

I won’t post any of my novel on the web. I won’t even tell you what it’s about. Why?

  1. It really stinks. I cannot write fiction. My attempts are so horrible, I am embarrassed.
  2. I’m positive I’ll rewrite these scenes a number of times.
  3. I’m not sure the current plot will work or be interesting or both and I don’t want my ideas to be shot down just quite yet.

However, I did this assignment, mostly. I reworked an old scene (despair) and then I wrote three new ones (joy, fear, and anger leading to sadness). They were all short. On this website, I’ve been working on short scenes, in which I create emotions, setting or characters in a very small amount of space. When I went to my novel this month, I found myself focusing on very small snippets of the scenes. I am having a hard time creating a larger scene and continuing the dialogue.

As I said above, I consider my fiction writing talents to be horrible. Having an assignment to revisit my attempt at a novel was very good for me.

  1. As I started writing the scene with a vague idea of characters, I found my characters taking on slightly different attitudes then I anticipated. Now I know what people mean when they say they write but the characters create themselves. (Interestingly, a year ago I had anticipated writing from a daughter’s point of view and started a few scenes. A few months ago, I became a mother. Now I found myself changing and writing from the mother’s point of view. It feels much more natural. This is what I mean about rewriting the entire thing a few times.)
  2. I found that it is hard to describe an emotion: I find myself remembering how I have felt at various points in my life. I can’t describe an emotion using five senses unless I’ve experienced it.
  3. It is challenging to write dialogue that is convincing, but dialogue is what moves each scene.

I have a lot to learn about how to create a fictional scene. What suggestions do you have? I’d appreciate your advice!

Nap Time Gone Wrong

Video 1, in which Paul does not want to take a nap

Video 2, in which Mommy checks on not-napping Paul twenty minutes later, after she hears loud shrieks of laughter

Video 3, in which Mommy gives up on nap time and Paul is happy

ETA: I changed the videos because apparently it wasn’t clear that there are three.