One Page: Two Worlds

This week's page count: 3

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Here in The Heart of It All, I read the Cincy Enquirer every morning. I know, I know - in this age of digi-news, why bother with an oldskool newspaper?

I usually have to stand still while reading (does any mom out there actually sit down for breakfast on the weekdays?) therefore giving me good reason to drink that extra cup of coffee.

And after several years of selective eyebrow-raising by moi, my weefolk have learned that when I'm reading the paper it's best if they refrain from their more normal, day-to-day activities such as sofa gymnastics, hallway drag racing, and toddler-toothpaste eating.

Not that my little angels would ever misbehave so. Oh noooo.

(SNORT!)

I'm usually just a paper-skimmer, reading the headlines and enough to get the gist of the story. Today, though, I saw an article about Danielle Steele in the Life Section and read the entire thing while listening to buckets of Legos get dumped out on the floor -- not to play with, mind you; just because.

I've not read much Danielle Steele since my high school years; I'm not much of a Romance Genre reader (not bashing it, just being honest with you fine mommyfolk about what I read).

I knew she was one of the more prolific writers of our time, but I had no idea that she's written 75 books.

Seventy-five.

Normally, a number like that would send me into a morose tailspin, a mood thumping to the beat of, "I-just-wanna-finish-one-I-just-wanna-finish-one!"

But today it didn't; like I said above, I read the whole article and learned she's been married and divorced five times.

And I had to pause and wonder - would she give back all of those books to have spent a lifetime loving just one someone who loved her in return?

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Writing fiction is an oddball proposition: based on a what if? kind of whim, you willfully create a little world, populate it with characters, then sit back and watch them handle what comes their way. Yet you still must exist in this world of bills, walking the dogs, swim lessons - all the mundane moments of life.

But there are some magnificent ones, too, moments I would never want to miss.

I'll never be one of those writers who pull almost completely out of this world when they enter the world they create; I love my little piece of reality far too much and am too important to the people who inhabit it.

Even though my three pages written this week are two pages short of my goal, I'm OK with that.

Life before writing, mommyfolk.