By Kaye Ketterer, performed at “First Monday, First Person” salon for memoir writers recently. When Kaye read her essay, I encouraged her to share it with readers of TSWT.
I have no time to write a story. I’m busy. I have Easter baskets to make, packing to do for a 3-week trip, and a book to make for my granddaughter. After I write the book, I need to take it to my friend who will translate it into Spanish. I also go to the Y three times a week and take care of my granddaughter, Elena every Tuesday. When my son or his wife is sick, I help by taking Elena to child care in the morning and fetching her at the end of the day.
Those are just the “extra” things that need doing. There are still the household chores of cooking, cleaning, and doing laundry. Oh, and then there are the que of books to be read. I take long lunches and read while I eat and sometimes for another half hour when I’m done eating. And what about the cotton rug I’m crocheting, and the locker hook table runner? They are my winter projects and they’re not done yet!!
I have friends I want to have over, friends I’m going to have coffee with, and friends I go out to a dinner with. The Oscars are over and there are even more movies I want to see now! My piano always needs practicing for my weekly volunteer gig at a nursing home, and every once in a while I like to scour local thrift stores for any “new” music they may have.
Why aren’t there more hours in a day? I just can’t do it all! I have no time to write a story! Besides there is nothing to write about anyway.
© 2018 Kaye Ketterer
Kaye lives in Monona, Wisconsin, and keeps her country roots close to her heart. Along with writing, her interests include music, traveling, children, and the elderly.