it's ok...I'm just a writer
I often wonder what my neighbors must think of me.
When I’m not carrying bodies wrapped in blankets from the house to the car, I am fencing phantoms in the dark.
But really, it’s not as bad as it sounds.
I don’t actually make a habit of carrying bodies to the car. In fact, I would rather I had never carried a body to the car, but my dearly departed Labrador, Cybil had the horrible misfortune to die in my living room. And in carrying her to the car, I found myself imagining the circumstances to be far more sinister than they were. In my head, I was an assassin getting rid of evidence. So I’m sure my neighbors found this disturbing. And I’m certain they watch me with a bit more than casual curiosity now.
Which is why I am certain they are wondering what the hell I was doing at two o’clock in the morning as I appeared to be fencing phantoms on the front walk.
Again, it’s not as bad as it sounds.
At two o’clock in the morning, I got a phone call from my son saying he needed to be picked up from work. And at two o’clock in the morning as I stepped out the front door, I spied an orb weaver spider weaving his web across the walkway that led to the car. Being a fairly typical woman, I wanted nothing to do with spider webs, especially ones with resident spiders in them, so I picked up a stick and waved it in front of me like Peter Pan battling invisible pirates.
All the way to the car!
I’m fairly certain the neighbors think I’m crazy. And quite possibly dangerous.
I just don’t live in the same world as everybody else. Everything in my world has the possibility for adventure…the potential for make-believe.
And go ahead and laugh next time you see me swinging a stick in the air like a Jedi Knight…the humor isn’t lost on me. I laugh at myself practically every day!
What can I say…I’m a writer!
Until the next time…I’ll be checking in to my land of make-believe for a little writing tonight!