November 12, 2001
I am finally caught up!
I am finally caught up! I passed the 20,000 word mark tonight, and am currently about 200 words ahead of schedule. Woohoo! Still writing about Sara, although I think this chapter is the last we'll see of her for a while. Here's an excerpt from your average, everyday party at a mental institution:
"So Sara," Mrs. Carey, an elegant, pulled-together older version of her daughter, smiled, "Suzanne tells us you're an artist."
Sara was caught with a mouthful of fruit salad. She quickly swallowed and wiped her mouth, "Well no, not exactly. I mean, I draw a little bit, but I don't know if I'd call myself an artist, exactly."
"Bullshit," interjected Suzanne. "I've seen those baby pictures you're always doing. Those are really good."
"Baby pictures?" Janet had a faintly acquisitive gleam in her eye, one that made Sara infinitely glad she was leaving that afternoon.
"Yeah," continued Suzanne. "She draws these really surreal pictures of babies, sort of hiding in all sorts of places. It's neat."
"It's… a hobby, I guess," said Sara lamely.
"I imagine you have time for a lot of hobbies," began Mr. Carey, and then he stopped, just short of making a faux pas.
Sara made it for him. "You mean since we're in a nut house?" She was grinning. If her plans for the day were going to get rained out, she may as well enjoy herself while she could. Suzanne and Janet laughed, but their families looked slightly scandalized and intensely uncomfortable.
"Well no," stumbled Mr. Carey, "that wasn't what I meant at all…"
"It's okay, Mr. Carey," piped up Janet. "We know we're crazy. It doesn't bother us, really."
Posted by Lisa at November 12, 2001 11:14 PMWhoo! Go, Lisa!
Posted by: Julie at November 13, 2001 12:12 AM