I know it’ll never happen, but I’d really like to hear from the nursing staff about Terri. I’d like to know what the independent third parties who interact with her every day have to say. I know what it was like when my brother and I made the same decision for our mother; it was
I actually wrote this almost five years ago, but I still like it.
This story was inspired by the Steve Perry, Neal Schon, and Jonathan Cain song of the same title performed by Journey on the album Escape. The lyrics about a small-town girl and a city boy from Detroit, the loneliness of the smoky room have always created vivid images in my mind. When I finally decided to do something about the stuff rolling around in my head, this story came to mind.
Here’s the first chapter. There’s a lot more of it done – over 14,000 words right now. I probably won’t post any more for a while, but this should give you a taste.
Fast Or Slow? came from the same writing class. The instructor told us that he believed that if you could write well about death, you could write well about almost anything.