A Drab Little Lizard for #WeWriWa #8Sunday

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Monday Morning Coffee” has been with me since I was sixteen. A local boy with schizophrenia wandered away from his family at a large outdoor event. Several days later, he was found, deceased.

From that story came this one – the connection might not be clear to anyone but me – but it’s there.


Rose is at work on a Monday morning, engulfed by musings inspired by the ragged, compelling man she met during her morning commute.

Attention: some creative punctuation ahead!

A Drab Little Lizard

No, I will see him again – I have to! Have to know he’s all right – or at least alive, in this harsh winter.

On the door of my office is a small, artfully handmade sign – a joke, of sorts, from my early days here, placed by some anonymous co-worker. A drab little lizard, puffing out smoke, with a magnifying glass in one talon. It was perched on a stack of scrolls and old curling pages, and beneath was the proclamation:

Beware, all ye who enter here, for it be the lair of a Document Dragon!”

If this is my lair – this former service closet, with its tiny attached restroom – what does that say about me? I’ve been here most of three years, and, other than the sign, and my yard sale coffee-maker and chipped ceramic mugs, there’s nothing here that’s my own.

Will Jeremy survive the winter?

Will Rose see him again?

What does her lair say about her?

Any guesses?

Monday Morning Coffee” was originally published in the 2015 edition of World Unknown Review,  Since I retain all rights beyond first publication, I intend to revise the story and use it as my initial self-published offering.

In personal news, I’m emerging from the cocoon of my four-month Chaostivity Marathon. I’ve completed all of the current batch of homeschool paperwork. It’s the busiest time of year for that; the end of year reporting for 2016-2017 and beginning of year planning for 2017-2o18 overlap. But all that remains now is to get confirmation of both kids’ IHIPs for the new year, and I’ll be free of state-mandated paperwork until December 1.

I’d hoped to visit more of my fellow #8sunday folks last week, and answer all comments, but that hasn’t happened as I type this on Saturday evening (although it might by the time you read this sometime after 9AM Sunday morning).

Two weeks ago, my Accomplice’s employer informed him that he would be letting him go, because business was down, and he was having a hard time making ends meet. Since my husband is the highest-paid employee, it was seen as a cost-cutting measure.

It’s the latest in a chain of financial uncertainty that began a little over a year ago, when he was released from his nine-year tenure at a kitchen he’d launched, so that the owner’s son could be installed as the chef. We’ve been getting by with a lot of imagination, making do, and scraping by; thankfully, we don’t have house or car payments to deal with.

We’re now making the leap to self-employment. My chef husband launched his hot-sauce business 3 months ago, and, this week, we’ve added two additional farmer’s markets to the one we’ve been doing since late June. We’re scouting out others, as well as local events and smaller specialty markets that could sell his sauces when we’re not physically present (at the moment, we’ve got one elderly and limping Subaru, and no clones, so there’s only so much we can do).

Behind the scenes, I’m honing my craft through a major revision class, because I’ve realized I need to develop confidence and a more efficient approach in order to move my many works-in-progress to the Completed column. I’ve started delving marketing and self-publication, so that once I have work revised, I can move confidently forward with the process of offering my words to the world at large.

And, on my birthday, I took a leap of faith, and launched my Patreon page. This was hard, and took me as long as it typically takes to gestate a human baby, in large part because I was raised never to ask for what my parents termed “a handout,” or to “toot my own horn,” which was seen as bragging or conceit.

Sometimes, the hardest part of attaining a goal is getting past the voices instilled in our heads by those who raised us…but I’m learning, and growing.

Now, I just need to learn how to fit visiting and commenting into this growth…

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  1. Love the sign on her door. I’m fascinated by this story. I want to know what’s going to happen. On another note, sending hugs and good wishes for your financial situation. Tough times. My Hubs was let go 4x during his career. Each time the reasons were similar to your husbands’–economics and relatives. Can’t do much about the situation other than move on. Hard. Best wishes to you as you try to hang in there.

    • I’m sorry for the challenges your husband faced, Diane. It’s not easy, or comfortable, for sure.

      For us, it would feel easier if the kids were grown, and it was just us. But, on the other hand, this is a great chance for them to see that joy and opportunity can come from times of adversity – and, with them being 13 and almost 16, it’s a great time for us to shift to our passions.

      We did very well at the two weekend markets, and I’ll be making some contacts this week to set up more venues, as well as setting up a wider online presence.

      I think this is the beginning of an exciting new phase in our lives!

      And we’ll take all the well-wishes we can get, so thank you! =D

  2. Seeing her in ‘home turf’ gives me a greater understanding of why the chance encounter is meaningful to her. It was a ‘real’ interaction, and such things seem like they might not happen often to her.

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