“This is my Robot” by Taylor at her dining room table

Writing Date: Monday, March 20th, 2016
Writing Time: 8:15am
Timed Writing: 5 minutes (no edits!)
The quote is a “writing dip” selected from “Understanding Comics: The Invisible Art” by Scott McCloud

This is my robot

If she wasn’t five years old I wouldn’t have thought my daughter was a genius when she came into my bedroom one morning holding what looked to be a computer hard drive connected to her brother’s favourite wrestling toy action figure: the hulk. But she was five years old and “This is my robot,” was all that she said to me. What was I supposed to think? Genius, obviously.

Ok, I didn’t immediately jump up and yell, “Oh my God I have the smartest daughter in all the land!” or anything like that at first, because I was concerned of course that my little girl had been up all night using electronic equipment and a soldering gun to frankenstein this little plastic man in her bear pajamas, but then she turned it on and the fast worry of my adrenaline pumping heart almost stopped entirely as she commanded the toy wrestler to walk around the room of its own free will.

“It’s voice activated,” she told me, “What else do you want me to tell it to do?”

“Stream of Literature” by Taylor at her dining room table

Writing Date: Saturday, February 25, 2017
Writing Time: 11:33am
Timed Writing: 5 minutes (no edits!)
The quote is a “writing dip” selected from a gorgeous, old chart of literature a good friend gave me to put up on my wall.

Image from: http://www.absolutearts.com

“Stay with me now,” Mandy whispered at my forehead while I wheezed in her arms.

“Where am I going? You’ve got a pretty tight grip on me.”

She licked my forehead like a wet stream of literature and then pinched the flabby part of my arm. It hurt all the way through my spine to laugh but it meant Mandy could relax so I did. She sat back on the couch beside me.

She didn’t sign up to be my nurse or worse my mother when we first started going out and I hated how she felt she needed to take on those roles now. Sometimes I fantasized about breaking up with her to see the relief in her eyes. But the truth is I do need her and I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if she finally realized she was wasting good years on my eventual demise.

“I booked us in for a massage later,” she said getting up to make us some toast.

“You going too?” She never came in with me to treatments. I think she’s worried she’ll see me as just a patient that way.

“Well those benefits of yours might as well benefit me too while they’re at it.”

She put the pieces of bread in the toaster one piece at a time, and I wiped the wet slime from her tongue off my forehead.