This is a problem I currently wish I had, given that I had to push my deadline with my agent back yet another 6 months because when I sit down to write there all these itty bitty explosions all through my brain and I have to stop immediately and eat some cheese.
When Kan brings me the letters, she doesn't wake me exactly. She puts her face an inch away from mine and stares. I know she's there. I always know she's there. And if she's there, Aaron's there, because children move in packs. All the better to hunt. It then becomes my goal to look SO asleep she'll just go away. This, of course, never happens. And do you have any idea how creepy it is to have a child or children silently staring at you? Do you?? Because it makes me feel like my house is not really a house, but the mind of Guillermo del Toro. I close the fridge door at dusk, there they are. RIGHT THERE. Silently staring. Eventually whispering: Water, please... I'm thirsty.
Anyhow, this is the latest letter from Kan:
Dear Hannah Aaron had been shouting at me and shouting. And He said I will not play with you and when you tell him not to do that he goes up stairs and I he says Thise things I will never play with you, you Hate me. thos thing. to hannah, love kan
4 comments:
I want that problem, too -- the waking-at-3am-brimming-with-feeling thing. That part of myself has been beaten down by the workaholic part, and I can't seem to manage any words at all. (Except these.)
Kids write the darndest things. ;)
As long as they are not holding a knife when you wake, all is good.
Nightmares?
Maybe you can extract the inspiration out of them somehow and sell it, I have $$$.
BTW- Do you have a trunk load of drugs?
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