Adopting an attitude
So a lot of my friends have SUDDENLY decided to go looking for birthfamily. It's interesting. Here I am, a poster child for the happily reunited adoption set, a shining example of How Well Things Can Work Out, and it's still a big messed up pool of emotions. Some days, I feel like I have too much family. Other days, not enough that actually GET me. Typical straight arm-velcro tactics. How schizophrenic. Adoptees know how to live with a foot in two worlds; it's what we do. We constantly live with the road not taken, it's just there, a little bit out of sight. It has defined me in an essential way that supercedes just about anything else: race, religion, ethnicity, geography, education. Somedays, I feel like a freak; othertimes it's a badge of honour. And some days, today, it's just puzzling.
Working well on the new story, but one of my clients has just phoned me up with the utterly unreasonable request that I put forward a deadline because one of the team members is going out of town. And I'm wondering how this is going to cut into my writing time. Avoiding that kind of work by wondering how to post my stories here. It'll come. With time. Which is the only thing I don't have.
Working well on the new story, but one of my clients has just phoned me up with the utterly unreasonable request that I put forward a deadline because one of the team members is going out of town. And I'm wondering how this is going to cut into my writing time. Avoiding that kind of work by wondering how to post my stories here. It'll come. With time. Which is the only thing I don't have.