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Topic: The Writer's Challenge (NOT the FaithWriters Challenge) (06/10/10)
TITLE: Writing Time
By Karen Laskowsky
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She jotted down the latest cute thing that came out of the mouth of her two-and-a-half year old son. Since the day he spoke his first word, and then sentences, that boy had been a treasure trove of “Kurtisms”. Even at his young age, he had a way of saying things that were not necessarily wrong, they were just different. He gives me so much to work with, she thought.
“Mom! Kurt’s in my room again! No Kurt! I told you to leave my stuff alone! Now get out of my room! I have to get ready for school! Mom!”
Karen went into Katie’s room to redirect her son’s attention toward breakfast. “”Come with me, Kurt, Oscar’s on, and your cereal’s ready to eat.”
Turning to her daughter, she said, “Katie, when you’re finished getting dressed, go eat your breakfast while I take my shower.”
Out of the shower, she drove Katie to preschool and took Kurt with her to run errands and do the grocery shopping. After putting away the groceries, it was almost time to pick up Katie and have lunch.
Over lunch, Karen managed to squeeze in a short devotion with the children, and then it was time for naps. Both Katie and Kurt hated taking naps, but naptime was Karen’s respite. Most of the time, only one child would sleep, and the other would remain awake fooling around, or making noise to wake the other one up. Today was the same.
Karen cast a longing glance at the computer as she decided out of desperation to try to get the kids to fall asleep by going for a drive. Without naps, they would both be cranky by dinnertime.
Karen drove them around the neighborhoods in her town. The slow pace put both kids to sleep in about fifteen minutes. When she was sure the children were really down, she parked the car in the shade, opened the windows and pulled out the notebook.
Just as she began to put a few words on paper, someone’s car alarm went off. Kurt woke up, and no matter how much she drove around, he was not going back to sleep. Resigned, Karen drove back home, and by then Katie was awake too.
In the afternoon, there was laundry to do, stories to read, fights to break up, playgrounds to play in, dinner to be made, and then before she knew it, Karl was home from work and it was time for dinner.
After dinner, it was a family walk, bath time, bed time for the kids and finally time to get the dishes done. Karen plunked herself down in a chair and spent about an hour yawning her way through a conversation with Karl before crawling, exhausted, into bed.
Today, like most days, the best she could hope for was to take a few hasty notes in a growing pile of notebooks. On a very good day, she might get her notes transcribed. What Karen didn’t know was one day, in a not so busy time, those notes would be the inspiration for all kinds of stories and articles.
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