So Much Change

Here I am, tempted to start blogging again, but there has been so much change, I don’t even know where to begin.  And the change isn’t just technical — I have changed, too.  I don’t devour books like I used to.  Now, much of my free time is taken up with sewing. I don’t even know what I have to offer for content.  I am searching ….

I’ll Leave the Olive, Thank You.

Today I gave one of my students, Em, the first black olive she had ever eaten. She looked at it skeptically, poked it with her finger, and queried, “What is this?” She noticed her friends eating them off the tips of their fingers. She tried hers on for size and beamed delightedly when it fit. One of her friends urged, “Taste it!” Em’s frown returned. “Just a little taste,” she said, then delicately nipped the tiniest bite off the olive.

Immediately her tongue popped back out of her mouth with the smudge of olive on it. The sight was met by a chorus of “Ewww!” from the other girls at the table. The tongue and the olive disappeared back inside Em’s mouth. Her face made the most marvelous contortions as she choked down that speck of olive.

Finally, she opened her eyes and looked at the olive still on the end of her finger. Slowly, she raised it to her lips. I said, “Em, did you like that olive?” She replied, very politely, “I found it a bit unusual.” Again she moved the olive toward her mouth. I said, “If you don’t like it, you don’t have to eat it.”

Em said, “That wouldn’t be polite. I have to eat it.” I responded, “No, Em, you don’t. I gave it to you and I say if you don’t like it, you don’t have to eat it. My feelings won’t be hurt.”

Em stared at me wide-eyed. She looked at the olive. She looked at me. “Really?” She asked. I pointed at the garbage can. “Throw the olive away,” I ordered.

Em effusively exclaimed, “Oh thank you! That really is nasty, you know!” She tossed the olive and scrubbed her tongue with the cuff of her shirt. “How can you people eat those things?” she demanded. We just wiggled our olive covered fingers and giggled.

Slow Learner

It finally dawned on me that the time to start acting like a professional writer isn’t after I am published, but before — because if I don’t start behaving like a professional I will likely never be published.  To that end I have a writing blog: Write-Lifting: Exercising Write.  You will find nothing there but short stories, writing exercises and updates that pertain to my writing life.

The first several posts on Write-Lifting will be stories that my long time readers already know. Hopefully you will enjoy reading them again. If not, just wait, I am sure some fresh stuff will come along soon.

I cannot promise a post every day. I will be dedicating most of my time to composing marketable fiction, however I do plan on signing up for NaNoWriMo and will keep a record of my progress on Write-Lifting.

As for Quintessentially Quilly … I love this blog and I am not willing to give it — or all of you — up (If you’re even still here after I’ve been gone all Summer!). Even so, I no longer have the time I once had, so I don’t know what is going to happen here. I would love to resurrect Punny Monday and bring you a few of my own, “He Said, She Said” stories — we shall see ….