Writers Club story sparker.

     How many times did she need to say it? Suppressing the urge to scream at the foolish man, Kelly tossed her auburn hair back and bit the bullet. "Thank you for doing this."
Her pasted on smile did not match the ache in her heart. It had been three years. Three years spent faking; pretending ; lying. She felt as if her head would explode.
     Just because he had given her a gift, like so many times before; did not make the past go away. How could her father not see that his actions had repercussions that would affect his whole family for years to come? Even worse was the guilt she felt in keeping his secret. It made Kelly feel like she also was betraying the very people who trusted and loved her.
    Her father was sitting in his chair watching TV, a glass of whiskey in his hand. She looked at him and for the first time saw not her father but a cruel and vindictive man.  Kelly decided she needed to leave the room to try to come to terms with the rage that was slowly building inside her skull. A walk in the garden might help clear her thoughts. "What to do next? If I tell the truth what would be gained? What would be lost?"
    As she paced the garden paths she could feel her heart pounding in her chest. "I'm just so angry, how could he make me do this? Why did he make me do this? How could this man that supposedly loved me put me through this for all these years? So many questions...
    She sat down on one the wicker chairs across from the pool, scared and also strangely calmed by the realization of who her father really was. She took a look around at the huge estate and all the many things that her fathers indiscretions had bought. Kelly thought about how this secret was slowly destroying her. "I have been bought just like the chair I am sitting in." She needed to do something. Her life had to change. She would take the chance and let the truth be known. It was the only way to save what was left of her sanity. Walking to her car and picking up her cell phone she made the call...

Homework. Why do I write?

Well as you can see by my blog I have not been writing much lately. I have tried but I seem to spend more time deleting and ripping up paper than putting words out there. Don't get me wrong I would love to get my thoughts down and keep them there but what I have to say at this time in my life is too personal or opinionated to let others read. Perhaps I should be an anonymous writer! Maybe soon I will be back in a space where I feel safe writing my words. I hope so. In the meantime I am greedily gobbling up other peoples stories and words. I still love to go to the writers group to hear what everyone is working on and their thoughts. So I apologize for the lack of my words on paper. I have many in my head...

Psychology Homework!

     Sometimes I need a deadline to get things done. So here it is Friday morning and I have a gazillion things to do today but I am madly typing away so I don't look like a bad student to my writers group. These few sentences are the result of that procrastination behavior that is a very big part of who I am. I guess you could call this need to put things off  until the last minute a part of my psychology.
     I found it fascinating to learn that the literal meaning of psychology is breath, spirit, or soul. Psychology is the study of behavior in an individual or group. It can be used in many different contexts and is a subject that is open to scrutiny on many levels. Human and animal behavior has always fascinated me. Perhaps this is why I have left this homework until the last day. I have been looking articles up on line and in books for at least the last two weeks. Next thing you know hours of intriguing reading later I still haven't written a word. Easily distracted must be part of my makeup too. I have also digressed from the first sentence in the paragraph so inability to keep thoughts organized is probably lumped in there also. I think that psychology is just the study of what makes us who we are. I have also finally learned to spell psychology.