dYING TO WRITE

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dYING TO WRITE

Finally my appetite was back, I'd gained weight, and was able to sleep again. My last novel was almost the end of me. I realized I could no longer write as the consequences were too great.

I looked back on my writing with nostalgia, but it was a part of me I would have to let go. After ten years of writing novels it was time to lay down the pen and enjoy the fruits of my labor. My novels were extremely successful, and I had enough money to do just about anything I wanted. I looked forward to spending more time with my beautiful new wife.

"Ryan? Are you here?"

I smiled. I couldn't believe my luck when I proposed and she accepted. It had been eighteen months of bliss for me.

"I'm in the library sweetheart."

I could smell her before she came into the room. Her perfume was intoxicating. Maybe I could sweet talk her into a little afternoon delight.

"Hi honey." Her voice was low and sexy and I felt my desire building.

"So what store did you buy out today?" I smiled and stood up for a hug and kiss.

She laughed and turned her face; I ended up kissing her cheek. I squeezed her tightly.

"Sweetie, you're wrinkling my blouse! The girls are coming over for a wine date, and I've got to get things ready."

Well, there went the afternoon delight. I let her go and tried for another kiss, but she had already turned and click-clacked out of the room on her Gucci heels.

I needed to find something to do for the rest of the day.  I lost most of my friends when my "problems" started. I guess I could catch up on some novels I'd wanted to read.

"Ryan, where's Nora?" Jessica walked back in the library.

"I gave her the afternoon off."

"What the hell did you do that for! Who's going to get the appetizers ready and serve my guests? I didn't hire domestic help just to have them work a half day. Call her up and tell her I need her here ASAP."

"Honey, I'm not calling her to come back, I'll help with whatever you need."

"I need appetizers for seven, and someone to serve us, along with keeping the wine glasses filled. No way am I having my friends see you being a servant. Get the damn maid back here, I need a server. Call Chez Jourdain and tell them you need fresh caviar and blini in an hour. Since I can't serve wine with caviar, you also need to pick up some chilled champagne.  I was looking forward to a fun afternoon with my friends, and now this crap happens."

"Okay okay, don't worry, I'll go to Jourdain's and I'll pick up Nora on my way home. Everything will be perfect."

"It better be," she sniffed.

Thank heavens Chez Jourdain had everything ready, and Nora was able to return, I was off the hook.  I said my hellos to the "girls" and retreated to the library to start on my bucket list of books.

After Jessica's friends left, I was pleasantly surprised when she brought in my favorite drink, vodka tonic neat. She snuggled onto my lap while I sipped.  Life was wonderful when she was like this and I savored the moment.

"Honey, I was thinking about your writing." She smiled and caressed my neck. "I know you don't want to do any more books but I was hoping one last novel dedicated to me?"

"You know I didn't want to stop writing, but I had to because of my health. I'm finally feeling good and ready to enjoy being with my lovely wife. We've got the two month European cruise coming up and then I thought we could renew our vows in Hawaii. We could stay at the same hotel and have the same minister do our vows. You can wear that tiny red outfit again; it didn't stay on long the last time." I grinned and winked at her.

"Oh yeah, that one." She jumped up and got me a refill.

"I was hoping," she said, kissing me on my neck, "that you would do one more little bitty book just for me." She now enveloped me with one of those kisses that made everything on me stand at attention. "Please?"

"Jessica, the last book I did, almost killed me. The doctor said I was lucky the stress on my heart didn't cause a second attack or stroke. I can't write like I use to, I don't eat or sleep until the book is finished. I have no concept of hours or days.  Now that I've got my health back, I don't want to take any chances. I've resigned myself to no more books and I'm looking forward to spending all my time with you."

She did her little pout and got up to refresh my drink.

"Hon, that's enough, I'm starting to feel it already.  Can't drink like I use to either."

"Okay, but let's have one little nightcap together before bedtime. "  She licked my face and did a little growl.  Ah, this was going to be my lucky night!

She handed me a glass then settled back on my lap. We toasted to our European cruise.

"One more toast to your last book. I promise to make sure you eat and take breaks. No staying up all night, I'll make sure you want to come to bed."  She smiled her two hundred watt smile and I got another kiss that left me breathless.

"How can I say no to the most beautiful wife in the world." We did our last toast, then went to bed.

The next morning I was a little hung over but the memories of last night energized me. I was hoping Jessica would still be in bed and we could do a repeat performance, but no such luck.

Showered and dressed I went downstairs.  Nora had everything I needed for a healthy breakfast and I enjoyed every bite.

"Thank you Nora.  Where's Jessica?"

"I believe she's in the library."

I poured some more coffee and went in see what my darling wife was up to.

"Good morning sweetheart. Did you sleep well?" She purred.

"I certainly did, you wore me out! What are you doing in here?"

"I'm just getting your things in place for your next book. You know the one that you're going to dedicate to me."  She gave me a kiss on my forehead and handed me my glasses.

"I'll let you get started but I'll make sure Nora brings you lunch and dinner and I'll be sure to check that you ate it. You won't have to worry about the time; I'll get you when I go to bed."  She kissed me one more time then closed the door behind her.

It was Monday, April twentieth, the beginning of the end, my last novel.  It felt good to write again, ideas were flowing through my mind. After finishing my dedication to Jessica and a couple chapters, I leaned back in my chair and stretched. I needed to take it slow and easy, and it wouldn't hurt to take a bathroom break.  When I got back, Jessica surprised me by bringing an energy drink. She gave me a thumbs up, blew a kiss, and quietly went out.

How long had I been at the computer? My neck was getting stiff; I should probably get up and stretch. No matter, I've never created more brilliant characters and the plot would blow everyone away. This would be my best book ever; I couldn't wait to finish it!

My fingers were flying; I couldn't get my thoughts to them fast enough. Did I eat lunch? I couldn't remember. My computer clock said four pm, oh well dinner would be soon.  I was making good time, had six chapters done so far. Felt like I could write a dozen more yet today.

I think Jessica came in and said something, but I'm not sure. She knows that I get immersed in my writing and best to leave me be until I'm done.  I started to get up but another paragraph came to mind and I was lost in my book again. Hah! Another four chapters and I'm still not tired, so it can't be too late. I glanced at my computer clock; it was eight pm, plenty of time to keep writing.

I needed something to drink, but if I don't drink then I won't have to go to the bathroom.  Excellent strategy!  Can't remember when I last ate either, but that's okay too, not the least bit hungry. My eyes were feeling dry now. As I brushed my hands over my face to rub them I realized I needed a shave. Funny, it usually doesn't grow very fast, this felt like a three or four day old beard.  That thought went right out of my mind as more words and phrases replaced it.  I would need a memory jar like Harry Potter.  That was funny!  I laughed wildly.

Ah here she was, my beautiful wife.

"Is it time for bed yet?"

"Not yet, are you tired?"

"Kind of, but I need to finish this chapter first."

Hmm wifey must have left.  Feeling a little foggy, what the heck did she say? I giggled, my fingers were no longer attached to my hands, they were typing all on their own.  I was on a roll now.

I looked at the computer clock; it was only ten pm still had lots of time.  Damn, I was feeling a little dizzy. My left leg felt numb, needed to get up and stretch. My head started throbbing. Have. . to. . get . .  up! I tried to stand but ended up falling on the floor. Where were my legs?

"Je-jethca."  What the hell, why can't I talk right? Oh God, I'm having a stroke or something. I don't understand, I've only been writing for a few hours. Wait I hear someone, yes I can see Jessica's heels.

"Jeth, elp,"  I know she can hear me; she's right by my head. I'm not seeing very well.  It's getting dark and quiet, so peaceful now. . . . . .

"Hello Mr. Thomas. Yes thank you, it was a terrible shock. He passed on Sunday the 26th.  I thought he was eating but I guess he was throwing the food and drinks in the toilet. He didn't want me in the library and said he'd sleep on the couch.  I warned him about over doing it, but he was obsessed with writing one more book and dedicating it to me."

"I'm sure his passing has taken a terrible toll on you. Are you still going on the European cruise?" Mr. Thomas felt so sorry for the widow, she sounded like she'd been crying a lot.

"Yes that will be our last trip together. I'm taking his ashes, and at each stop I'll scatter some. I want to save most for the Hawaiian trip, so I can spread them along the beach we loved so much."

"I think that will be good closure for you. Don't worry about a thing, when you get back his estate should be settled. You were the only beneficiary on his life insurance policies so those will be deposited in your account as soon as the claims go through and are approved.  If possible try to relax and enjoy your trip. You have your memories; your husband will always be with you."

"Yes that's true, thank you, your condolences are a comfort.  Goodbye, Mr. Thomas."

Jessica slowly hung up the phone, and with a smile on her beautiful face, sauntered out of the room.

DYING TO WRITE By Bon Rose

 

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Geeta Jan 8, 2012

Great job.. keep up the good work..

Crazy Jan 8, 2012

Good Work..

Diana Jan 7, 2012

I really enjoyed this. It was very unique and I have to say, not something most people would think of. Great job :)

Bon Rose Jan 7, 2012

Thank you! Appreciate you taking the time to read and review and also appreciate the great review!! That story came to mind because when I sit down to write, everything else is forgotten, and I look up and the day has pretty much gone. I got to thinking w

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