My mother was so talented. And she loved to write.
Mom mostly wrote short stories. I was quite young when she had a couple of her stories published in women's magazines.
Once she was very late coming home from a meeting with a publisher. I was about 6 years old and it was the very first time I made supper for the rest of my family.
I made a gourmet meal of scrambled eggs and toast. I am still proud of myself.
Back to Mom's stories. I have never seen anything she had published. I am guessing it may have been a little too racy for little eyes.
I have read other things Mom wrote. She has great stories. I am in awe of her brain.
However... my mother never met an adjective she did not like. She can use 30 different words to describe a pencil. It drives me insane.
It makes me think of the Elizabethan writing style. I felt that was too descriptive too.
It just goes to show that although I am like my mother in many ways description is not one of them.
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