The blessing of the third person!

This week I've discovered it's just much easier to write in the third person. Besides giving myself the ability to make MY story much more interesting by assigning it to someone far more interesting than myself, it's also giving me the ability to use phrases I never would have included, had I had to admit, were coming from me.

She felt her toes melding into the ground beneath her in an effort to hold on to the world.

That's the kind of thing I mean. If I had to explain any feelings I've ever had of panic, and the fear of flying off the face of the earth...it would just sound as if I were nuts. Nuts isn't a legacy one would want to leave for their children. It could be a querky thing I guess, but I think I'll be leaving my two kids with a big enough burden as it is.

I'm not sure why I'm not writing about Warren. Maybe it's still too soon. Maybe someday I'll be able to, but here alone with my keyboard when thinking about him...I still can feel my toes meld into the floor below me; it must still be the unconcious effort of my cells trying to cling to the earth.