Whenever Mom mind-writes, she starts in the middle of a story. An idea pops into her brain, and she goes gangbusters from there.
Sometimes I start in the middle of my toys…
and fight my way out with the favored toy of the day.
Mom says, “What a mess!” and “I guess it’ll be MY job to clean up.” and “I wish I had a delete key for naughty behavior.”
When Mom sits down to write (and ignore me), she starts at what she THINKS is the beginning. But that first sentence or paragraph or page doesn’t always make the cut as the REAL beginning when the story is finished. Writers are like that. They can’t get too attached to their words because sometimes they get the delete key. Nuthin’ personal…
I got the delete key from the laundry basket when I tried to go along for the ride to the laundromat last week.
I was in,
I begged to stay,
but I got tossed.
I wish there was a delete key for the mailman. He thinks I can’t hear him sneaking around the hallway. But I hear him out there plotting to kill me.