Write What you See, What You Know

A quote from my twitter feed of last night:

I am pregnant with unshed words, trapped in a symphonic tango that won't let go.

It was a sense of complete fullness, impatience almost to the point of physical discomfort. I spent all day yesterday collecting sensations, impressions and observations in the same way that an astronaut in her first time in space experiences viscerally what she has heretofore only intellectually practiced.

So the words are pouring. Omar and Thomas and Jane are reliving their experiences introducing their family to their parents. And bracing themselves as a family unit and individually, for the experience of introducing themselves, as a family, to their hopeful bride: Iris. Should they worry that Iris' parents are survivalists with lots of guns?

So onward I write.