WIPpet Wednesday | Life Slump
It’s Wednesday, which means it’s WIPpet time. Sorry, if I haven’t been around lately. I’m currently in a slump. I’m twenty-five, turning twenty-six next month. I guess, the realization that I’m getting older and not younger sunk in. So, lately some stuff has been eating away at my thoughts. Like: Do I really want to be a writer? Am I motivated enough? Do I have the creative insight? What about designing? Oh, and the business my best friend and I plan to start. What about that?
I have a lot to think about. I’m not sure where to start or how to do it. The weight of it all is crushing me mentally and emotionally.
*inhales and then smiles* I need to think about it and really sort things out. I just need to find point A and until then let’s move on to WIPpet Wednesday. Based off the amazing suggestions from the other WIPpeteers, I called myself editing this week WIPpet. It was a lot harder than I thought, but with practice comes improvement.
Last time, I introduced AJ. She’s pretty much your average rebelling teen. This week, we continue where we left of and AJ confronts her mother. WIPpet math: twelve divided by two, which gives you six paragraphs from chapter three. And I added another one to bring the scene together.
Last night was one of the worst fights AJ had with her mother. Intense, aggressive from both sides. She couldn’t remember exactly why it started but she remembered how it ended vividly. Pinned down on her stomach with her arms spread by two emergency medical technicians. Their serene voices jumbled by her own raging screams. It took every strength she had to wrestle a hand free. She reached out to her mother, begging her to get them off her. But her mother sat on their couch, teary eyed, shaking her head.
AJ bite down on her lip. There was no way her mother felt the way she was blabbing on about. Exhaling loudly through her nose, she forced the animosity she felt for her mother to the back of her thoughts. Bullshit, she told herself. It was all bullshit. Her mother despised her just as she had three years ago. But there was no pointing in arguing, in her mind, her mother was already disowned.
Pushing her hair back, she snapped. “You know, what. Fine.”
AJ’s mother caught her daughter’s wrist the moment AJ reached for the purse. “Stop it. I don’t know what’s gotten into you these past few months, but it ends here. I told you. The Doctors have warned you. If you don’t take this medicine, you will die, AJ.”
“So let me!” AJ snatched her wrist from her mother and stepped back. “Honestly, it will be better for the both of us.”
“AJ, don’t you dare.” Her mother’s bottom lip trembled.
AJ knew the friction would only intense between them. The more time she spent there bickering with her mother the less time she had to be away from her. “I said, I’ll take it.”
Again, I am all about improvements. If you spot an area where I could improve in and would like to help me out. Feel free; make yourself comfortable.
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