I was interrupted on Thursday by an idea for a short story and so worked on that. I've gotten about halfway through it. It looks like it will end up being 5-7000 words. It is entitled "How To Throw Out A Dildo." Surprisingly, it is not very racy, except for the fact that it is about throwing out a dildo and all the things that implies. It is my attempt at comedy and I may post an excerpt here once I complete it and possibly had the writers group take a look at it. I am thinking of pitching it to Cosmo magazine, should anyone else think it is funny. I guess I'll have to remove my "Why Cosmo Annoys Me Post." I know already it needs a lot more work. Parts emphasized, parts removed or diminished. My goal is to finish the first draft Monday/Tuesday and then get back to the novel for the rest of the week.
Anyway, here is the excerpt from the novel.
Claire was so happy to see Anna walk through the door for her weekend visit for Frank’s birthday. Even though she had only been away at college for a little more than a month, she seemed to have already changed and matured. She carried more self assurance in her tall frame and she had cut her long blonde hair short into a sleek pixie cut. It made her look even more like Frank.
Claire and Anna went into town to have a cup of coffee and to buy the final ingredients for Frank’s birthday dinner that evening. The fragrant warmth of the coffee shop was a sharp contrast to the crisp October air. They were ensconced in a booth overlooking the sunny street, chatting, and watching passersby.
“So my roommate, Bonnie, changes her clothes about 50 times a day. And she leaves her clothes all over the room,” Anna complained.
“Have you talked to her about it?”
“No, Mom.” Anna rolled her eyes.
Claire repressed a retort at Anna’s sarcasm. She didn’t want to get into a conflict with her daughter so soon after she got home.
“So any cute boys?”
“I met a guy at a party last week. He’s cute. We’ve been texting.” Anna’s phone beeped as if cued. “This is him!” she said enthusiastically, opening her keyboard to respond with alacrity.
“Excuse me, are you Claire Butler?” A young woman had approached the table. She stuck her hand out, “I’m Theresa. Theresa O’Williams, Professor Butler’s teaching assistant.”
“Oh, of course. It’s nice to meet you. Frank has said that you are a wonderful TA.”
“Is this Anna? Quite a change from the picture in Frank’s office.”
Anna looked up briefly from her texting and greeted Theresa then was immediately absorbed by her cell phone.
“It’s a boy.” Claire nudged Anna under the table. Anna knew how she felt about texting in the company of others.
Theresa smiled and consipiratorily leaned close to Anna, her auburn hair hiding her face. “I completely understand.” She turned to Claire, “So how’s it going with the empty nest?” Theresa inclined her head towards Anna.
Claire smiled defensively, “It’s fine. We miss her of course, but it’s fine.”
“And you,” Theresa poked Anna playfully, “How is the first semester going? Your Dad says you’re doing pretty well.”
Glancing up from her phone, Anna responded with a short, “Yeah, it’s great.” Then she went back to her electronic conversation.
“Really? What’s your favorite class?”
Anna shot a questioning look at her mother, closed her phone and said, “Um, well, I’m mostly taking required courses. But I would have to say that English would be the best one so far. The professor is really interesting.”
“So not Economics, like your Dad, huh?”
“No, not really.”
Claire shook her left arm vigorously trying to get her watch out from under her sleeve. “Oh, look at the time! Anna we have to get moving honey. We still need to get to the grocery store and get the steaks for Dad’s dinner tonight.”
“You must be celebrating Frank’s birthday. Tell him Happy Birthday for me.”
Theresa walked them out of the shop. “It was nice finally meeting you.” She shook Claire’s hand again, holding on to it just a little too long.
“Weird,” Anna said.
Yeah, I don't like the word "alacrity" either, but couldn't think of another one to describe how sucked in kids get when their phone beeps. What do you think about Theresa? What kind of person does she come off as? Why did Anna think she was weird? Looking forward to hearing your comments. In the next week or so, I am hoping to add some code to the blog so I can respond to individual comments in order to spark discussion. Write On!