When Fantasy Goes Awry

Fantasy writers create worlds within worlds and story scenes inside the mind at any given moment. It’s just what we do. And when it comes to our real life…not much different.

Possible scenes:

1. Imagining a rude, condescending boss tied to a chair, mouth taped, as we peacefully finish our work. Disclaimer: No bosses were hurt during the writing of this post or thereafter.

2. A traffic-free expressway/highway.

3. No line at our favorite restaurant for lunch.

4. A quiet spot in the house where everyone around us is floating overhead in slow-mo and on mute just to be able to get a few moments of writing done.

5. The day the youngest child becomes of age–the ripe old age of eighteen (okay, so this was my favorite one anyway).

Yesterday was that day for me and it failed in comparison to what I imagined years ago. There was going to be a party…for me, celebrating my new independence. But alas, the day came and instead of partying, a slight whimper escaped my lips as I repeatedly glanced over at my baby girl all growed up.

The parental tears of empty-nesting were falling like icicle daggers, realizing that she wouldn’t need me anymore because she was coming into her own. This was supposed to be a good thing, I thought. Is this what happens when real-life and fantasy don’t see eye to eye?

And then it happened, she looked at me and asked if we could get matching tattoos. Oh…the honor felt that she would let me, her mom, share a piece of her hip, new adult world and there was no prouder moment.

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Not quite ready to release her out into society just yet, so I’m going to keep her close a little while longer. Now, onto new fantasies in the true fashion of, “be careful what you wish for,” or fantasize about.

How did your fantasy-to-real-life moment play out? Was it close to, true to or not at all what you imagined?

Holiday Cheer-less

The rush for holiday events has arrived. And with it comes the mundane tasks of plotting and planning parties, decor, meals, entertaining visiting guests and family, etc. Each detail meticulous, down to how many pecans and walnuts needed to make the perfect fruit and nut basket. And the questions…Who will we sit Aunt Martha with this year since she drank a whole bottle of wine, with several vodka chasers, fell out with EVERYBODY last year and still plans to show up? Do we have enough fresh linens? And so on.

There isn’t enough Cherry Maalox and Pepto-Bismol on the planet to fix the uneasy stomachs that some people get around the holidays. Opt for a solo season behind closed doors, bottle of spirits in one hand and clicker in the other? Nod and smile at the table? Engage in idle chatter?

What tips do you have to help readers get through the stresses of the holidays?

Putting the “Give” Back In Thanksgiving

by A.M. Day

This is the time of year we are supposed to gear up for what we’re thankful for and with Thanksgiving only a few weeks away, there are so many things we can give thanks for today. One, the ability to be able to see and read this blog post. Our sense of hearing, smell, taste and touch. What about the ability to walk, run, play, laugh?

This Thanksgiving, I will be reflecting and giving thanks for my past, present and future. Dwelling on the best of holiday memories, especially, Thanksgiving 2010. It was extra special because we were also celebrating my parents 50th Anniversary and the fact that I was about to get my debut novel published the following spring. And then my world came to a halt the very next day. I learned that my best friend (we’ll call her L) had been admitted to the hospital, subsequently to a nursing home. Whoa, wait a minute! We’re far too young for nursing homes, I thought. When I think of a nursing home, I think of a place where the elderly go when they have no one to take care of them.

I’ll never forget the look on her face. It was so blah. When I looked closer, her eyes told a different story. They still had hope shining through them, behind the fear of what was happening to her body. Her prognosis…bleak and what we thought was a stay for physical rehab turned into a nightmare with the need for long-term care. Multiple sclerosis had rendered her crippled. L has had relapsing/remitting MS for the past twenty plus years and sought little to no treatment–always spry with the thought she’d bounce back after the relapse as she has before. But this time it would last longer and possibly be a permanent state. She hadn’t seen a doctor in several years prior and stayed locked away in her parents house.

L begged me to get her Power of Attorney. I refused, opting to be a secondary on it instead because we lived in two different states. After hearing about the lack of care she was receiving and sending my family to visit her for Christmas, my mind was slowly tipping towards stepping in.

I did the next month. When I arrived at the nursing home and the sitting area where she was, my heart broke from what I witnessed. Everyone looked so sad and lonely. L was sitting in a chair clutching a wax paper bag with vanilla wafers in it. It was true what my family told me about her frail, wasting away appearance. She had only eaten 1-2 boiled eggs a day the two months she was there and a few vanilla wafers. We knew it was her choice. She had grown picky over so many things from food to toothbrushes to the color of clothes she would wear. With MS a shift in mental capacity can occur and it did in her case. Still, ever heard of Ensure, nursing home folks?

In short, got her Power of Attorney and brought her home with me. Luckily, I had a team of doctors, specialists and physical therapists on stand-by when we arrived at the ER a week later. Everything was going as planned.  Finally, there was a small glimmer of hope. She was doing great in physical therapy, getting stronger and gaining weight back. And then that glimmer disappeared along with her progress, changing her condition to worse.

In between taking care of my kids, L, the dog, the house, writing and book details, I was almost a blubbering mess. There would be no book release for me in 2011. What there was was at least 7-8 strangers in my home a week, doing assessments and such. I knew I had taken on a mountain of responsibility, but this was my best friend and she had no one to take care of her.

I was on a path to something. That path was the discovery of giving thanks daily…over and over again. Thank you! I can use my hands and my feet. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! This did not come easy at first. My emotions went on a roller coaster ride of angry, sad, hurt and compassion. Gratitude set in shortly after. Gratefulness of having her in my life and showing me how not to take something as simple as walking to the bathroom for granted. She has always looked up to me. And now I look up to her as she hangs in there not cursing her illness and disability. Her eyes still have it. My childhood friend is in there. My high school buddy, who I used to cut class with to go downtown and see the holiday displays, my friend who spent two nights at the hospital with me while I was in labor with my first born. If I look hard enough I find glimpses of her former, healthy self more often and it makes me smile warmly…inside out.

The doctors don’t hold much hope for improvement and the future is uncertain for L, but I won’t give up. I won’t stop believing in miracles, in her. Every now and then, she’ll ask me if I think she will ever stand or walk again. And I reply, “Maybe. Nobody can say you’ll never stand or walk again. You could get up tomorrow for all we don’t know.” While I am thankful for so many other things, I am most thankful for L.

Thank you for enriching my life, L. You are an inspiration! 

What are you thankful for? How will you be Putting the Give back In Thanksgiving this year and everyday?