“Write like nobody’s watching because – nobody’s watching.”
Nobody is ever watching when Mom works on a story. She watches the words come onto the screen and she tells them to herself out loud and then she plays around with them till they make a story. Nobody’s watching. Except me.
When she finishes her stories, her online critique friends will look at them and tell ideas to make them better. But even they don’t watch. They say what they say and Mom decides what to do in the end. Nobody’s watching. Except me.
All day long and for some of the night, too, I watch.
Sometimes, Mom says I am a creeper or a stalker.
The truth is – SHE is the creeper. Now that we are quarantined and doing our part to stay home and flatten the curve, Mom has become obsessed with me.
She takes me for walks around the neighborhood,
homeschools me with my IQ Puzzle,
teaches me tricks,
practices my skills with me,
and barely ever gives me a chance to breathe.
I for one will be more than happy when coronavirus goes away and Mom can get back to being busy and I can get back to nobody watching – except me.