It’s a little unsettled around here right now. An elderly relative has put off longer than he should have writing things like a Power of Attorney and Advanced Directive. We’re not sure how the current crisis is going to play out, but we don’t think it’s going to be fun.
We are going to lose the beautiful old trees in our commons because the Fire Department says they are too close to the buildings, and would block access in case of fire. If our landlord had paid attention to regulations in the first place, and given those trees periodic care, like proper pruning, this wouldn’t be happening.
I’ll write the first chapter of my next mystery some time this week. Starting a new book is always an emotionally fraught time, and I’ve got more than my usual mad on at editors and publishers in general. Why the heck is book published so complicated? Why can’t I just write and forget all that other publishing and marketing nonsense?
My relative, the Fire Inspector, my landlord, and the publishing world in general need a good piece of my mind. I’ve laid awake the past few nights preparing a number of vitriolic speeches I’ll never deliver.
I was always a Drama Queen, even before I knew what that kind of over the top behaviour was called. It would be more accurate to say I was a closet Drama Queen. A young woman growing up in the South was expected to meet certain public standards. Privately, I gave my emotions full vent. I had scathing conversations that didn’t do anyone one bit of good because the people I had them with weren’t in the room with me. Sometimes, they weren’t even in the same state.
When I took my first playwriting class, it came to me that these anger-logues in my head sounded identical to drama, tension and angst packed scenes that we were being encouraged to write for the stage. Could it be that I would be better off writing out my frustrations than keeping them in my head?
As it turned out, that was exactly the case. Out was far better than in.
Try this: the next time we’re hopping mad or sad or feeling any strong negative emotions, write down what we’d love to say to the other person. No holes barred. Just let it rip. Also, write what we think they would say or do in response. We can give those voices character names, if we want. Most times I call them simply A and B. A says this, and then B says that, and so on.
Here’s what I’ve discovered happens
- I’m shocked at how downright mean and hurtful I’m capable of being to another person.
- Sometimes the other person, even if he or she is only in my head, says or does something that surprises me.
- I have a chance to polish those zingers, the lines I usually wish later that I could have thought of at the time.
- I also have a chance to admit that I don’t want to say those mean and hurtful things, and discover alternate lines that I’d be willing to say for real.
- This is a wonderful energy drain. I get to stop having repeated, unproductive conversations in my head, when I should be drifting off to sleep.
If we save what we’ve written, we might be able to use this conversation in a future story.
Let’s make ourselves a promise to keep drama on the page, where it belongs, not in our lives.
Oh, yeah. Happy Mardi Gras. Laissez les bons temps rouler. Let the good times roll. Eat pancakes. Wear beads. Make a mask. Make gumbo. We’re doing all of those things at our house today.