OK it’s not me that’s feeling frazzled, although I have been on the verge of tearing my hair out on occasion! No, it’s my character in my new WIP, which I haven’t actually done anything with since the end of March.
This is because of work commitments, but also because I’m currently editing Reunion of the Heart, which is going well and hopefully will be finished soon. At which point I can send it to my mum for proofreading. 🙂
For today, the 21st May, I’m sharing 21 lines from my as-yet-untitled WIP. In this scene my MC Rebecca is feeling frazzled. She’s just started working as a teacher at a secondary school (for 11 to 16 yr olds) and it’s tough going. And now her mum and dad want to come and stay.
Rebecca can’t bear to have them come; she’s too busy and is feeling the strain. But on the phone to her mum, it’s clear that she just doesn’t understand how stressful teaching can be. Rebecca gets lots of holiday, as her mum sees it, and doesn’t work weekends, so where’s the problem?
But Rebecca isn’t having it…
‘No, I’m sorry but you can’t.’ Rebecca heard her own voice sounding exasperated and wondered why her mother always had that effect on her. It was six thirty on a Tuesday evening and Rebecca was a couple of weeks into her new job. She was feeling crotchety.
‘But you don’t work weekends as a teacher,’ her mother pointed out helpfully. ‘Surely your dad and I could come and stay. And anyway if you really needed to work, we could go off and do our own thing. You’d hardly know we were there.’
If only that were possible, Rebecca thought. ‘I’m sorry, Mum,’ she said, ‘but it’s just not possible. I’ve got too much to do. If you were a teacher you’d understand.’
There was silence the other end of the phone. Rebecca couldn’t help her last barbed comment – her mother never understood. And she was beginning to think that even if she had chosen the career path her parents had favoured, they would still never understand her. Finally the pause ended.
‘All right, if that’s the way you feel,’ her mother said stiffly. ‘I’ll see if Maria’s free.’
Thank you God! Rebecca mouthed tilting her head up to the ceiling. Then she thought of her sister.
So that’s Rebecca’s story for the moment, as I haven’t written much beyond this point. It’s all in here! *taps head*
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