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Margarite wasted no time in starting off her vaction connecting with herself. "I spend my whole day, cooped up in school or an apartment. I want to get my inpiration from nature." So, she looked around the tiny little house for something to use as a desk to put her trusty old typewriter on. She found an old, but sturdy washstand on the porch. She carried that out into the yard, near the garden shed. She found a radio too and made herself a little work area. She always considered herself a novelist, she loved the classics. Her vocabulary was immense and her grammar impeccable. Those talents and skills, were not enough to get her over this writer's block. As she sat there, pondering the perfect words, she noticed a tiny chipmunk running across the garden. The cute little thing, was gathering seeds from the trees and field and taking them under the garden shed. "Oh, no" she thought, "I should really do something to stop him from making a winter home." However, the little guy was so fun to watch that she quickly became distracted from her writing. "Oh, well, this is just day 1 of many lovely days to write," so she left her writing and decided to look in the garden. "Maybe, if I bring myself a bouquet of flowers, I will be inspired to write" she told herself. However, the flowers, garden and chipmunk captured her attention more.
As day 2 grew into 10, she realized she was taking part in working in nature rather than on novel. She enjoyed getting her hands dirty pulling weeds and tending the few plants Vivian started before she left for California. As she worked, the little chipmunk was just as busy. "You are the cutest little thing," Maragite told the little chippy, "I'm going to call you, Timmy." She watched Timmy's antics for hours. "Now, I must get back to my novel" she told herself. Her heart just wasn't into it. "Margarite, you are a high school English teacher, you wanted to write the great novel this summer, now get typing" she told herself. As she sat and started to type, she found herself writing about Timmy. Oh she would laugh out loud as she humanized every little detail of the chipmunk's day. As day 15 came around she had completed a little book, not the great novel she was planning, but, a book, "Timmy of Three Lakes."
"My plans were to write about far away lands, love, romance, prince charming or a hero. Instead, I write about a chipmunk named Timmy of Three Lakes." Her finger on keys could hardly keep up with the thoughts in her head. The story was fluid and flowing over pages of pages. A book about tiny unsung hero and a far away place called Three Lakes. Each day was full of writing, illustrating and creating her "great novel," and it was wonderful.
Follow along as we learn more of Margarite in the "Good Ol' Summertime."
Blessings from Ringle, Wisconsin.
You really need to write a novel. Love your stories! Janice
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