Just a few minutes

I had time to write, oh lord, I had time to write. I'm not even going to tell you about, because I still have more time to write, but I did want to share this snippet and also open it up to criticism. At first glance I don't like the movement of it and there is a slight awkwardness and I'm not in love with all words choice.

Oh, but also - I made it through my first section of dialogue (not shown here,) and it wasn't absolutely terrible. It's not great, and it's a close cousin to bad, but it's not terrible. I feel like I've ripped the band-aid off, at least.

Mrs. Perry holds the bundle out to Helen and for one dreadful moment Helen thinks Mrs. Perry is going to unravel the blanket she will have to look at what is inside. Helen squeezes her eyes shut and when she reopens them, Mrs. Perry is holding a loaf of bread in a dish towel. She doesn’t seem to notice Helen’s brush with panic and places the loaf on the counter near where Helen’s hands are still resting. She twitches them away and stuffs them into her apron pockets.

See, quite rough. But I got it out of me, at least. It had just been sitting there, spoiling in my brain, for weeks. Fuck. That felt good.

Historical Ficton // Creative Non-fiction

I have a new writing project that's been taking up my time. It's not even a little bit poetry but it might include some poetry. It's to be in the style of Michael Ondaatje's The Collected Works of Billy the Kid mixed with Stephen King mixed with a history book. It's proven to be relatively emotionally disturbing so far so...that's a good thing?

The main character is a town and based off the town I currently live in but am suddenly moving away from in 30 days. I did not know I'd be moving when the inspiration hit and I got pretty deep into things. Furthermore, the places I'd like to sit and think, and the people I'd like to talk to for fodder, I have no time for since you know, packing and moving.

Sigh.