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December 5, 2011
Posted at 10:22 pm
 

Babymaker readers should not read this...

...until after reading chapter 15

Just to make sure, here's a little story to fill the space and give you time to leave. (Babymaker notes follow)

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Eating Cereal

I looked in the cupboard and couldn't find my favorite bowl. The yellow one with the blue flowers around it seemed to be missing. A small panic gripped me, threatening to spoil everything until I looked inside the dishwasher. I took a deep breath and smiled at my silliness. Sometimes I like to forget things, such as putting away the dishes once they're clean and dry.

Upon the table I placed my bowl and went to the cupboard again, this time for my cereal. I found the box right where it was supposed to be. My many silver spoons were all in their drawer and I selected one at random. I've never had a favorite spoon or anything. I retrieved fresh milk from the refrigerator and sat down on a wooden chair near the window.

There's a comfort to preparing cereal. It's a friendly chore, simple and not complicated, and with a little practice even a small child can do it easily. I've done it many times and most often while thinking of other things. After filling my bowl with cereal and pouring the cold milk, I sprinkled sugar over the top. The crunchy sound made me smile as I eagerly pushed my spoon into the flakes.

At the time, I thought it the best bowl of cereal I'd ever had, but they're all about the same.

The end

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Okay, about Babymaker Chapter 15

It was awfully tempting to end the story with this chapter and promise a sequel "Babymaker II" ...But I decided not to do that. I'll continue with the original novel. So you can expect a chapter 16, but it's gotta be a real good one. I can't just shoot the main character and then not follow it up with something...Good.

Chapter 15 is a Transition, it changes things and allows a greater freedom for the story to develop. I didn't do it just because I couldn't think of anything else. I had a lot of thoughts. Actually, I was going to do a Murder-Suicide and kill off Dad, but I kinda like him and that seemed too harsh.

So I know this is a little unexpected. Some of us have doubts and we're nervous, but I never claimed to be predictable. Sometimes you just gotta hang a left to get where you're going. Except, I don't know where that is.

Pretend I didn't say that.

Okay? So, I just wanted to let you someone is in the cockpit and driving the airplane.

Merry New Year!
rache