July Four

Since I started writing forty or so years ago, I’ve heard that anybody who wanted to be a writer should write something every day. Since I started writing again seriously almost three years ago, I still keep hearing that. I’m not good at it. So today I made a new file called “Just Write” and wrote down what first came to my mind. I can’t wait to see what comes up other days.

“Do we have to go to the fireworks, Mama?”

“The people want to go, so we’re going.”

“I didn’t like it last year.”

“You’re whining.”

“I’m a dog, Mama. I’m supposed to whine.”

“You’re supposed to growl. Come on, you’re not a baby anymore.”

“You said if I growl at you, you’ll bite me.”

“Yeah, so that means you won’t growl at me? Afraid of a little nip? I can’t believe a child of mine is such a wimp.”

“Don’t call me a wimp, Mama.”

“Wimp, wimp wimp wimp.”

“Mama, stop.”

“Wiiiiiiimmmmmmmmmmmmmmp.”

“Grrrrrrrr.”

“Wimp wimp wimp.”

“Grr grr grr grrrrrrrrrr.”

“Bite, bite, bite.”

“Grr grr bite bite.”

“Ou-oh-ou-oh, don’t bite your mama, ou-oh.”

“Yip yip yip, that was fun, Mama. Let’s do it again.”

“Let’s wait until tonight and do it at the fireworks.”

“Okay, Mama. I love you.”