“So, how’s everything going…are you settling in well? How’s the big novel going?”
“Great, Mom! I just love my little writing nook. The novel’s going great.”
The novel is not going great. It isn’t going anywhere. I’ve written one sentence. One. I’m never going to be an author at this rate…
“That’s…good. How are things with you and Dale?”
“Oh, same as always…pretty great!”
We don’t spend any time together anymore. He’s always with Kylie. I get it — she’s his kid — but I’m his fiance…does he even want to marry me anymore?
“Well…I better get back to the novel. Thanks for the chat, Mom.”
Jenna sat down at her great-grandfather’s writing desk and stared at the blank computer screen. She teared up, as she always did after those “chats.” They always brought up the plum she didn’t want to think about…
Whatever. She wiped her cheeks. Back to writing.