Ten-Finger Exercises

Beginnings

That was satisfying. Because I have trouble with endings, I just entered a contest in which the prompt is the last sentence to a story.

On a Hot Summer Day  (18+) The End of the Matter contest: a short story #1112408 by Wren

I'm still not sure I did a good job with the rest of it leading up to the ending, but it was fun.

Here's something else I thought about related to beginnings. When my first husband got out of the Air Force and began sending out resumes, he changed his name. Not legally, just the name he was called. He'd always been Weyman and people regularly mispronounced it. That's a difficult way to start an interview, to correct someone's pronunciation. From then on, he was known as Hank.

When I remarried, it was hard to give up my old name. I liked it and had fitted into it over the years. Maybe it is an outdated custom for women to take their husband's name, but it is a significant change that marks an equally significant change in her life. Maybe men should do it as well. I am quite comfortable in my 'new' name now, having worn it for nearly nine years.

When I lost my job, I gave up my title 'Chaplain', although I have recovered that now in my job as hospice chaplain.

When I began writing here at WDC, I took another name. It marks a new beginning for me as well, as a writer. I like it. Wren Howard signing off.