Out or In

I didn't go out tonight.

After a full day of writing on the loop, I decided to cancel dinner and Big Fish to stay in and watch moss grow on the garden walls.

But after an hour of that I found myself in the kitchen, singing Let Me Call You Sweetheart for my brother. He smiled long enough for it to look like it was real. It was the middle of the night, we had just had crab cakes and Lorrie Moore lay like a warm, orange book, which she was, in my lap. My parents were already asleep. We were bats, my brother and I, we didn't have speak to tell each other what we already knew.

Out in the world, or in with the family? Can't your family be your world? The older I get, the more I understand why mothers can kill for their children.

And why four consecutive entries in one day? Filling this blog helps me condition my writing chops. In the next three hours I will finish transcribing all five interviews, then in the morning I will set myself down to write for real.