I can make a two second entry before I have to get back to work. I've been productive this week. I'm trying to not let it get to me. Stress overload is not one of those things I do well. I have some writing to do. That is looking up. I wrote one of my letters to my daughter today. I bought a journal when she turned thirteen and since then, when I think of a topic, I write a letter to her. I will be secretly packing it in her boxes when she moves to college. I have a few essays on the line to do. Today, I wrote during a seminar (rather than listen to info about TRPC3 and TRPC6 channels in kidney and heart) about how eventually she will move out and how I feel about that. It's a strange experience projecting myself into the future and yet write in the present. At the same time I am writing in her present and projecting into her future. But that was all I have time for (for both that and this). So if you'll excuse me, I am going to go put splints on mouse legs now.
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That is one of the most amazing projects I've ever heard of. Your daughter is going to be astounded. As soon as I read that I started thinking about how I would feel to have something of my mother's - some kind of really personal writing like that - and I reeled at the possibility of it.
Especially as she gets older and, maybe, if she ever has children of her own...
Imagine if she continued the project and passed it down again - letters sent from one generation to the next.
Egad - forget the journal - start writing the screenplay!
x.g.
"Especially as she gets older and, maybe, if she ever has children of her own..." wrote the girl who spends all her time complaining about sentence fragments.
Sigh.