Thoughts from the Dentist's Chair

Work done on my teeth - I have tetracycline staining as a result of the medication I was repeatedly given as a child. Lovely. I spent two and a half hours with my mouth wide open yesterday - and I kept thinking in narrative.



Photograph courtesy: Otis Historical Archives National Museum of Health and Medicine

Forgive me writer self, it's been over a month since my last piece of non-blog writing.

I got home, and my pen was itchy - or perhaps it was my keyboard. At any rate, I put the boys to bed and walked the dog around the neighbourhood with words spinning around in my brain. I got back home, marched up the stairs, told my husband "i have to write," sat down at the computer and typed for half-an-hour, producing a short story for adults.

I really don't know what would have happened if I ignored that twitchy, itchy, gotta-get-it-down feeling. Would have been one grumpy mom today, I suspect.

So, first draft - half an hour.
Edits - twenty minutes.
Two and a half hours in the dentist chair and a walk with a dog - priceless.