Later… Plus I have something to share…

 Well, as it turned out, the manager at Starbucks was not feeling
well, so she just had me do the paper work then sent me on my
way.  I was a little disappointed but not terribly because
“Hopeful1” and I are going to go to Victoria’s Secret and do a little
shopping (which we can’t afford so it will be quite minute) and I will
be able to just relax.  I will go back and train from 4-10
tomorrow night then the week after next I will train for three nights
from 4-10. 

I also have something that I think I’d like to share, but there are
sort of some ground rules about it.  Not too long ago I began
another diary.  The diary is entirely fictitious.  It is a
fictitious memoir basically.  I began it as a sort of salve to
myself… a what if… what if I had this perfect, wonderful dad,
loosely based on the type of person my therapist is (but only loosely
because, really, what do I know about what he’s like when he’s not in
the office).  I sort of decided to rewrite history.  Once I
started doing it, it began to write itself.

The whole thing is in a sort of seedling stage but I believe that this
will end up being something really wondeful eventually.  When I
wrote the erotic novellas and stories/poetry, they sold pretty well and
the writing was good (not to brag or anything) but people liked
it.  My very dark stuff was even better.  When I stopped all
that, I thought maybe my writing career was over but figured if that’s
what I had to give up to follow Jesus, then that’s what I would
do.  Now, for the first time, I’m beginning to believe that maybe
God has given me a story.  Maybe He has given me something good to
write.  Maybe He has given me a gift.

Please know that what you’ll find in this other diary is pretty much
unedited and is just the beginnings of something that I will eventually
edit and compile and really try to publish.  But, right now it’s
fragile and extremely meaning ful to me.  The only ground rule I
have is that if yu go there and read it, if you leave notes, you need
to leave them as if the diary is real so that the “magic spell” doesn’t
end, because when I’m writing it, I am truly living it… it’s almost
like I’m actually remembering it!  That’s what I’ve asked of my
family too.  It sounds weird but Hopeful1 said it’s sort of like
when an actor takes on a role and is in character and I think she’s
right.  So, that ‘s all I ask, that you not say something like,
“Good story, Eryssa…” Okay?

And, if you’re not into fiction or busy or anything, please don’t feel
pressed to go there because I won’t feel insulted or anything.  I
wasn’t even sure if I would share it with anyone one.  There was
only one person in here I even told about it in the first place… so
if you are interested, the diarist name I used was “Muffet” and the
name of the diary is Tales of my Dad.  If you do go there I hope
you enjoy it.  I am loving every single solitary minute of writing
it and am constructing a dad for myself that is so wonderful warm and
terrific that he is almost unimaginable.