Wow. Things change. The world moves on.
I got to see my Grandmother. This was definitely the last time. Letting go of her hand, leaving her side and walking out that door was one of the hardest things I have ever done in my life.
I already miss her and the family members that I finally got to meet out there.
In less than a week she's gone from being able to eat an entire meal to having to be fed by my mother, then to having to be fed liquids. She has no strength left at all.
Such a sweet lady.
When I took off from Minneapolis/St. Paul, on my way to Washington to see her, I had a story forming in my head. I began writing it immediately on the plane.
It turned out to be a children's story, which is fine with me, as I haven't written one prior to this. When we landed I put most thoughts of it aside.
After leaving Wenatchee we had a three hour layover, where I finished most of the draft. In Baltimore, it was complete.
I will dedicate it in loving memory of my Grandmother when it is published. I just wish that she could be around to see it.
Today I started a new story. It appears to be a comedy done in the form of a journal written by someone who'd probably be very hard to get along with. Each entry talks about it's own stand alone topic and when read entirely from beginning to end it tells an adventure story. Hopefully it will be a fun project.
Lastly, there are four Harry Johnsons in my phone book. I've just confirmed it.
I got to see my Grandmother. This was definitely the last time. Letting go of her hand, leaving her side and walking out that door was one of the hardest things I have ever done in my life.
I already miss her and the family members that I finally got to meet out there.
In less than a week she's gone from being able to eat an entire meal to having to be fed by my mother, then to having to be fed liquids. She has no strength left at all.
Such a sweet lady.
When I took off from Minneapolis/St. Paul, on my way to Washington to see her, I had a story forming in my head. I began writing it immediately on the plane.
It turned out to be a children's story, which is fine with me, as I haven't written one prior to this. When we landed I put most thoughts of it aside.
After leaving Wenatchee we had a three hour layover, where I finished most of the draft. In Baltimore, it was complete.
I will dedicate it in loving memory of my Grandmother when it is published. I just wish that she could be around to see it.
Today I started a new story. It appears to be a comedy done in the form of a journal written by someone who'd probably be very hard to get along with. Each entry talks about it's own stand alone topic and when read entirely from beginning to end it tells an adventure story. Hopefully it will be a fun project.
Lastly, there are four Harry Johnsons in my phone book. I've just confirmed it.