Have the Years Passed Quickly for You?
After I had been secretly writing for a few months, I sat
down to have dinner with Handsome who had been mega traveling. We chatted about
the usual—kids, cats, house, his trip, my upcoming class reunion. Then he
asked, “What have you been up to?” meaning besides Jazzercise, needlepoint, and
reading.
I drew a deep breath and let this rip quickly, “I’ve been
writing.”
Honestly, I don’t stun Handsome much. But this admission
did. His eyes went large and he went from a reclining position to sitting
straight. Then his eyes narrowed, “Writing what?”
