Straight No Chaser

Germs

two of the last three things i've posted have been non-fiction. i mentioned to ms. deschain that i'm always a little dubious about my true prose; where's the control? i already know how the thing began and ended and what happened in between; there's really no room for my voice and i feel almost like an unnecessary medium, an impediment to the whole process. with sidnee and alan i got to go absolutely nuts; every romantic sixteen-year-old fantasy i'd ever had got inflicted upon them. with real-life characters i get no such license.

still, though, i wanted to tell that erin story, because it's really been bugging me for like a year now that no one else in the family seems to want to verbalize just how royally screwed she's getting. that's the kind of thing i worry about all the time, losing control over my life before it really gets off the ground, and even though her story has so far had a happy ending, i recognize that not everyone's does, and, i just don't know.

the flu's still around but i think the burst of creativity is over for now. christina (if i may call you that?), would you be so kind as to read me today's writing prompt from your book? thanks a million!