The Experiences of Steven

Keep it going

Ok, got to keep it going.

My neck is better. Still need to talk to Dad, but I conferred with my brothers. Everything will be fine. It won’t be an easy conversation to start, but once it gets going, I think it will be ok.

My 11 year old is very upset right now. She tried to make Red Velvet cake, I think that’s what it was supposed to be. There was a slight miscalculation. She thought the recipe said 1 ½ cups but it was actually 1 ½ teaspoons of vinegar. Needless to say, the result was— not good.

We’ve poured it down the drain before baking it. At least I didn’t have to eat one. Close call.

Work is good. I’m on call for the rest of the month. It’s not as bad as plowing snow though. No more 12 hour shifts through the night. If I get called in, it’s only for a little while. When I get there, someone is definitely having a worse time than I am. It means their house burned or some other catastrophe befell them. Not fun.

Heard from a mysterious friend, one that likes to vanish and return under various aliases. A pleasant quirk of hers.

I need to write more. I want to lean toward fiction rather than poetry, but I’m not sure the choice is mine. I suppose I’ll just write some scenes. Get something typed instead of worrying that my ideas won’t be good.

It seems more complex— fiction. So much to organize, to keep track of. I am right brained, that is certain. I work with addresses all day and can’t remember a number from one minute to the next. Don’t know how I’ll ever organize chapters and remember ordered events. Only one thing to do I guess.

As they say— Just write.