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azurelunatic) wrote2002-03-30 11:32 am
azurelunatic) wrote2002-03-30 11:32 am
Writing Alert: "Home for the Holidays"
Setup: Fidella Taylor and her roommate Jess are spending Thanksgiving with the Taylor clan, an uproarious collection of people you really might want to avoid being around. Fidella and Jess are witches. Not all of the Taylor clan knows this.
And yes, this smacks of an astonishing resemblance, the setup, to people I know and love, but I have ideas that go past that ... this is how all of my good fictions start out, with a familiar situation ... then it gets warped.
Characters:
Fidella Taylor
Jess
Mrs. Taylor
Mr. Taylor
Grandma Taylor
Aunt Ramona
Aunt Dee (Fidella's sister? cousin?)
The Cousins (Dee's kids)
Eeenie (Eunice)
Meenie (Minerva)
Maya
Moe
Uncle Ben (Dee's husband)
Storyteller: Jess
I came home to hear Fidella barfing in the bathroom, never a good sign. "What gives, Sis?" I hollered through the closed and locked door, slinging my backpack onto the well-used couch.
"Family," she yelled back.
"I'm sorry," I called and left her to her misery.
What a good start to the holidays. It was the Tuesday before Thanksgiving, and I still didn't know what we were doing. If all else failed, there was a package of turkey cold cuts in the fridge, and instant mashed potatoes. In fact.... I began to plan a casserole, and perhaps if I got ambitious, we could pick up some KFC....
Fidella unlocked the bathroom right about then. "I hate talking with my mom," she said, and hit the couch face-first.
"I'm sorry," I said again. The only way to extract Fidella from one of these blue funks was to distract her. "I was thinking potato and turkey casserole for Thursday, as an alternative to whatever slop they'll be serving in the dining hall?"
"No," Fidella said flatly.
"KFC?" I ventured. "Or, if you don't want to think about food right now, I understand..."
"No, you don't understand," Fidella said. "We are having Thanksgiving dinner with my family."
And yes, this smacks of an astonishing resemblance, the setup, to people I know and love, but I have ideas that go past that ... this is how all of my good fictions start out, with a familiar situation ... then it gets warped.
Characters:
Fidella Taylor
Jess
Mrs. Taylor
Mr. Taylor
Grandma Taylor
Aunt Ramona
Aunt Dee (Fidella's sister? cousin?)
The Cousins (Dee's kids)
Eeenie (Eunice)
Meenie (Minerva)
Maya
Moe
Uncle Ben (Dee's husband)
Storyteller: Jess
I came home to hear Fidella barfing in the bathroom, never a good sign. "What gives, Sis?" I hollered through the closed and locked door, slinging my backpack onto the well-used couch.
"Family," she yelled back.
"I'm sorry," I called and left her to her misery.
What a good start to the holidays. It was the Tuesday before Thanksgiving, and I still didn't know what we were doing. If all else failed, there was a package of turkey cold cuts in the fridge, and instant mashed potatoes. In fact.... I began to plan a casserole, and perhaps if I got ambitious, we could pick up some KFC....
Fidella unlocked the bathroom right about then. "I hate talking with my mom," she said, and hit the couch face-first.
"I'm sorry," I said again. The only way to extract Fidella from one of these blue funks was to distract her. "I was thinking potato and turkey casserole for Thursday, as an alternative to whatever slop they'll be serving in the dining hall?"
"No," Fidella said flatly.
"KFC?" I ventured. "Or, if you don't want to think about food right now, I understand..."
"No, you don't understand," Fidella said. "We are having Thanksgiving dinner with my family."
Yuck!
Re: Yuck!