A New Start
So, here’s what’s up. In the past few days, I have begun a new novel. I
have only a little over 2000 words in print so far, and the passage below is
the very first, short section. In this book, I hope to explore the notion of
aging. When one reaches really old age, what does one consider? My main
character is eighty-eight year-old, Grace. Through her telling and flashbacks, I am hoping
others can understand, and in essence, “live” her life. I would very much
appreciate comments.
If it had been up
to Grace she might have thrown in the proverbial, goddamned towel years before,
but she evidentially had not been afforded rights to final jurisdiction as to
when the end might come, even though she possessed a very heady mind of her
own; as a result, here she was, carrying on as if, indeed, there was a
tomorrow. It’s not that she hadn’t considered the notion that the prerogative
of ending it all, right then and there, was hers for the taking, but she had
thought better of it. It would leave a mess. And, besides, she had never lusted
for dubious attention. As a matter of fact, if the truth were known, the mere
thought of such an impulse sent her mind reeling. For lost in a sea of
memories, was a rather sordid chapter that she just as soon would have
forgotten entirely if she could have. Unfortunately, with untimely, aggravating
regularity recollection of the incident weaseled its way into her
consciousness. That annoyance never had sat well, but what could she do? She
could only visualize what had happened and then pack the memory away with all
the others - and there was a litany of them - until next time.
And now, here she
was, eighty-eight and counting; eighty-eight and reminiscing; eighty-eight and
regretting, grieving, and often enough, rejoicing or savoring the many morsels
of her life. A non-stop scramble of thoughts, reflections, and considerations
swirled like a dervish around in her weary mind. And though at times she grew
tired of remembering, it gave her something to do. She had to wonder though. How in the devil did I come this far? And
furthermore, for God’s sake, what’s apt to happen next?
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