NOTE: Someone suggested I try writing in present tense. I tried but just couldn’t do it. Sorry.
April 16
I met Allie for lunch today at a small Italian café halfway between her house and mine, which means about a block from her house and twenty miles from mine. She has a funny way of calculating halfway.
I was still debating about whether to tell her about my latest doctor’s visit. Only Allie was there with me when Mom had cancer. Making her relive that again seems unnecessary, especially since I haven’t even had a biopsy yet. There isn’t any point in worrying her if it turned out to be nothing, is there?
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Allie was late again, as usual.
“Wait for me by the gate,” she had said.
It was part of our old childhood code.
When she finally arrived, she went on and on about being fat and ugly, as if we hadn’t had this conversation hundreds of times.
“You’re not fat,” I snorted.
I’d always been envious at how this awkward gangly kid had become a glamorous woman. She’d thrown on a black dress, flipped her auburn hair into a clip and added a pair of sunglasses. In fifteen minutes, she walked out of the house, looking like a companion fit for Jackie O.
“People are like shoes, you know. When I was in college; I was a strappy pair of heels. I was cute and sassy. Men were attracted to me. I could have had my pick.”
Leave it to Allie to boil her life down to shoes.
“After we had children, I became sensible, intelligent, hardworking – like nurse’s shoes. Like you,” she continued.
I on the other hand had brown hair that was never tamed by a clip or anything else. My clothes never quite fit right. The shoulders were too big or the sleeves too long. I wasn’t built for glamour, I was built for comfort.
Allie went on and on like that for half an hour and then I did the one thing I wasn’t going to do.
“Margo thinks I have cancer,” I blurted. “Not cancer really, a lymphoma. Not even lymphoma, a tumor. Just a tumor, not cancer.”
And that’s how I said it. No lead in, no softening the blow, I just blurted it out.
“What do you mean cancer?”
Allie’s fork stalled in midair.
“I don’t have anything really.”
I found myself back pedaling. I certainly didn’t mean to say it like that. I just needed to get it out.
“Mom’s cancer was cause by a virus. That’s not hereditary. No one in our family has ever had cancer, not genetically,” Allie reminded me.
“I haven’t even had a biopsy yet.”
“Gosh Jo, you scared me to death.”
“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said anything yet. I wasn’t going to worry you.”
“I’m sure it’s nothing. Besides, Margo will handle it. You’re so dramatic,” Allie continued, hardly pausing.
She was right. Cancer doesn’t run in our family. I felt foolish and relieved. What had I been so worried about?
Deidra, I didn’t suggest you write in the present tense. I said it’s an option, and your call. I did say I myself might have used present in the previous installment, since it was told from the perspective of Jo’s present.
The lunch here is being described as a past event, so the only tense that makes sense is past. Good job! I’m still reading… 🙂
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I usually write my initial outline in present tense and then shift to past tense for the actual writing. I think present tense can be much more compelling, so I want to try it. Thanks for the comments. I really appreciate the critique. Dee
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Yikes! Hope it really isn’t cancer! Talk about suspense
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Thank you for the comment. I’m glad you’re enjoying the book.
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The tension is palpable. Though the sisters are nonchalant, I’m still fear–which is a good thing. 😀
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Thank you. Glad you’re enjoying it. Dee
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You are welcome. ❤
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I write all my books in the first person present tense. makes life interesting.
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I’m going to keep trying. I’ve read some very compelling books written in first person and some that fall short. Thanks.
Regards,
Dee
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I like your style. If you like it I hope you will stick with it, but if you’re searching to do something else I hope that works out for you too.
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Thank you. This “style” of writing is difficult. I have to write the whole novel, then go back and try to get into the zone. I can spend days or even weeks on one little scene. I read it over and over trying to determine how best to represent what I’ve written without actually saying it. I do like the results though.
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Interesting reveal. Shoes to cancer. A commentary on her sister’s drama by bluntly announcing then retreating
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Thank you. When I think of Allie, I think of shallow things, just surface.
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I love the way that you’ve made Allie and Jo complete opposites. That’s what make sisters sisters. Am I right? Courtney 😊
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You are definitely write
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Yeah. Its just like me and my sister. She’s my opposite, you’d never guess we were related. Courtney
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Same way with mine and I have 3. We’re all different. Dee
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Siblings never are the same. Courtney
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what a fine present! thank you -J
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