Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Story Time Tuesday - Writing Fiction - Chapter 1A

Jenny Matlock
Continuing on with Story Time Tuesday and fiction, I decided to go an entire different route then Tales from Home. I wanted to use a different voice and meter and write along a more "commercial" formula. The chapters in this are quite a bit longer so I'm going to break each into two parts. I hope you enjoy this. I continue to feel oddly shy about posting this work which seems crazy in light of the fact that I bore you with my blah, blah, blah the rest of the days.

So...

With no further ado...

I give you...

Writing Fiction - Chapter 1A

My name is Pearl and I am a liar.

I didn’t plan on becoming a liar. It just kind of happened.

But maybe being a liar is better than what I really am…a lonely old woman.

Sometimes I think I need to invent a new formula to determine “true age years”. You know? Like those calculations that say a 7- year old dog is really 47-years old. Maybe the “true age” for a 60-year old woman with a broken heart is 81 ½- years old. And no, I don’t mean ‘81 ½ years young’.

Before I became 81 ½ years old, I’d always prided myself on being kind and compassionate. I’d thought I was quite skilled in my ability to help my friends and family through their darkest moments with a smile and a phone call. I’d been proficient in the manufacturing and distribution of ham and scalloped potato casseroles accompanied by a little note and a brown sugar pound cake. “Remember you need rain so you can have rainbows,” I’d write confidentally in black gel pen. “Keep going, things will get better,” I’d inscribe to those in sorrow. I’d really believed those words I’d written with such surety. I still do. I just no longer believe they apply to me.

Before I became 81 ½ years old, I’d known all the euphemisms for dying: pass away, pass on, depart this life, succumb, meet your maker, pushing up daisies, bought the farm, deceased. I could talk with the over-perfumed, mascara-running women at calling hours and funerals without ever actually saying the word, “death”.

Before I became 81 ½ years old, my husband was still alive. And I’d been on the giving side of the euphemisms, not on the receiving side. It’s unbelievable how many miles exist between those polar opposites. And how many tears.

I passed through the weeks immediately after my husband began ‘pushing up daisies’, on his way to ‘meet his maker’ ‘before plowing his last row at the farm’, in a zombie like state. Remember back in 1968 when “Night of the Living Dead” began playing at the movies? Remember being afraid, but also slightly incredulous that such a thing could be even remotely possible? Remember thinking, or perhaps saying, “Yeah, that could only happen in the movies”? Well now I think that movie might have been written by someone who’d just experienced a huge loss. It’s the only way the director could have possibly gotten something so ludicrous, so right.

If I’d have bothered re-costuming myself and learned how to apply gobs of black and white pancake make-up during that zombie-like time period, I suspect I could’ve easily been cast as an extra in a remake of that movie. Then maybe I would’ve felt as though I had some true companions in my grief.

But the thing is, at least for me, I didn’t want companions in my grief. I wanted to be left alone with endless time to curl up in the fetal position and feel sorry for myself. I wanted to forego showers and combing my hair in favor of inane TV re-runs. In a perfect world, my grief would have been accompanied by decadent pastries and flaky pies; warm, yeasty fresh-baked breads and a bucket of butter, and gourmet pizzas oozing cheese and grease – all via unlimited deliveries to the front porch.

Scalloped potatoes, with or without ham, never gave me comfort. Even when they had that crispy topping of buttery corn flakes.

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24 comments:

ImagiMeri said...

Hey Girlfriend,

So we're off on another adventure...you amaze me. Don't forget to let me know when you get some free time. I'd love to go to lunch again sometime, only this time it would be my treat. I get paid around the 9th, so let's try to set something up......okay???

Love ya'
Meri

Tonia Lee Smith said...

I am still waiting for that book. Don't let me have to turn you in to a publisher! :) I can truly say that your short stories put a smile on my face.

People Who Know Me Would Say: said...

My name is PJ and I'm a fan. I didn't plan on becoming a fan; it just happened.

Such a cool voice that Pearl has....muy bien!!

Julie Kwiatkowski Schuler said...

I feel like I should be sad and concerned, but now I'm mostly hungry.

Margaret (Peggy or Peg too) said...

Can't wait for the chapter....can't you just make this a book because I don't want to have to wait!
Hugs
P.

Jeanie said...

I'm looking forward to getting to know Pearl. I think she will have an interesting and insightful story to tell.

Tina said...

I'm liking this SO much already. I like the voice you've given her, and the way her personality is unfolding. Bravo!

Viki said...

I like Pearl already. I look forward to reading more about her on Tuesdays.

Linda Medrano said...

Pearl is a class act already! I can't wait for the rest of the chapter! Great stuff here Jenny!

Susan Anderson said...

She's a great character, Jenny. And I feel both amused and troubled by her. That's a wonderful combo.

=)

H said...

Interesting beginning! I'm looking forward to seeing where Pearl's story will take us :)

Susannah said...

I really loved this, you had me hooked from the very first line, it was so direct. Very nice writing!

Sharon K. Mayhew said...

Interesting character...reminds me of myself after the most recent flooded basement incident...curled up on the sofa, eating anything I could get my hands on....watching junk on TV...LOL (kind of)

Rebekah said...

Jenny, You know this already.
But.
Your blog is lovely!
Join the movement.
www.yourblogislovely.blogspot.com

The Words Crafter said...

I'm reminded of an old song..."I've looked at life from both sides now...." Pearl has looked from both sides. I'm very curious where she is and how she's gotten there. Great beginning!!!

The Words Crafter said...

I'm reminded of an old song..."I've looked at clouds from both sides now...." Pearl has looked from both sides. I'm very curious where she is and how she's gotten there. Great beginning!!!

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Marlene said...

Oh....I am so going to be looking forward to MORE MORE MORE!!!

Annesphamily said...

You write the best stuff! You always make me laugh or smile or cry! It is a potpourri of emotions over here! Thanks Jenny! Have a great week! Anne

Lourie said...

Jenny I am forever in awe of you! This is fantastic. I look forward to the next part.

Amy said...

Just where do you get off hogging all the talent? You are funny, you sew (you write books about sewing) you cook, you are amazing with your grand daughters, and now you not only entertain us with your random thoughts, you are an amazing story teller as well! Seriously, how is any of that fair?

Terra said...

Pearl has a wonderful voice. a way with words and thoughts that had me reading twice. Many people know how she feels for one reason or another and many a rerun has played on our tv's - many casseroles have gone un-eaten and many a nice note tossed to the side with a "what do you know" smirk to go with. Pearl has a story to tell and I can't wait to read more of it!

Mrs. M said...

You are a gifted writer - the story hooked me in from the first line. I just spent the weekend with my 91 year old grandmother.....this made me think of her a little as I was reading it.

Anonymous said...

I had missed this so came to read, now I am back to read the other part. Very interesting story. Hugs