Note: This was written yesterday. Hope your holiday, if you celebrated one, was fabulous.
I have been with my family for about 45 minutes. I have had wine, Cheetos, and coffee– my basic coping mechanisms. I adore my family. If I didn’t like them, I could avoid this altogether!
It got me thinking, though. Families are complex. I love them and I want to smack myself in the face with the turkey roaster lid. I’m including someecards below to show you how common these feelings can be.
As a writer, these days can be pure gold in research. How does it feel? What do people say to each other instead of, “I don’t care to see any more pics of your dog? or “Mom may have had a little too much pink moscato.” Take note, and include it in your novel’s next family scene.