[stylist] One more go at "the heart of it" chapter 1.

Alan awheeler at neb.rr.com
Tue Oct 6 18:14:34 UTC 2009


Okay, Jim, I'll remember to call you that from now on.  Thanks for the 
compliments.


----- Original Message ----- 
From: "James H. "Jim" Canaday M.A. N6YR" <n6yr at sunflower.com>
To: "Writer's Division Mailing List" <stylist at nfbnet.org>
Sent: Tuesday, October 06, 2009 11:40 AM
Subject: Re: [stylist] One more go at "the heart of it" chapter 1.


> Alan,
> please call me Jim, otherwise I think I'm in trouble.
>
> wow, your work here is very good.  needs some spellcheck and there's a 
> little  repetition about their work.  I feel so much closer to these two 
> characters and their relationship issue.  tenderness from a callused hand, 
> nice touch if you forgive the pun.
> very good Alan!
> jc
> Jim Canaday M.A.
> Lawrence, KS
>
> At 08:14 AM 10/6/2009, you wrote:
>>Hi everyone,
>>I was thinking about what James said, and I knew I had to fit a 
>>description of Michael and Anna's work into the first chapter.  So, I have 
>>given that a go.  Let me know what you think.  I also have chapter 2 
>>almost ready.
>>
>>The heart of it
>>
>>By: Alan Wheeler
>>
>>
>>
>>chapter one
>>
>>Heart Break
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>>BUMP!!
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>>Michael looked up from his section of the Sunday Chicago Sun Times as he 
>>and Anna sat in the front of the first class section of the airplane. The 
>>jolt of turbulence brought Michael back to his distracted thoughts. He and 
>>Anna  weren't moving, no real "turbulence" for them,  they were 
>>stagnating, standing still, and it drove him mad.
>>
>>
>>
>>Oh, they loved each other, that wasn't the problem.  It was communicating; 
>>communicating their love for each other to each other, communicating 
>>without putting the other on the defensive all the time.  Those were the 
>>problem areas for them.  They both knew it.  Yet, neither Michael or Anna 
>>took steps to remedy the problem.  It had become akin to that proverbial 
>>elephant in the living room that no one speaks of, but rather walks a wide 
>>circle around, simply to avoid it.
>>
>>
>>
>>Michael had hoped their trip to South America would nudge them out of this 
>>routine, cause them to break down barriers, but it didn't happen that way. 
>>No change occurred at all, in fact.
>>
>>
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>>He looked over at her as she read her Stephen King novel, and his heart 
>>seemed to stutter in his chest, as if beating every other beat.  He loved 
>>her so much, and yet felt so far away.  It hurt him; hurt him deeply.  He 
>>caught her looking at him out of the corner of her eye, and the look on 
>>her face told him in no uncertain terms she was thinking about the very 
>>same things.  He saw the love in her eyes, but he also saw a seemingly 
>>bottomless sadness and loneliness there, too.
>>
>>
>>
>>He wanted to throw down his newspaper, tell her just how unreservedly he 
>>loved her and demand she say what she was thinking.  It was futile.  It 
>>was futile because Michael knew that he would balk if she made the same 
>>demand of him.  She was no magazine model, no cover girl, but that didn't 
>>matter to Michael.  Anna's inner beauty, her sense of happiness and peace 
>>manifested itself in her glowing skin, bright smile, lush black hair and 
>>made her outshine any model on any magazine. He had tried to open up, 
>>tried to get past the barriers he felt between them. To Michael it was 
>>like body-slamming a brick wall.
>>
>>
>>
>>All he could bring himself to do was brush a lock of her long, black hair 
>>out of her  soft slightly rounded face.  It was a gesture of affection, to 
>>him, anyway, but she just vaguely glanced at him out of the corner of her 
>>eye, and continued to read.
>>
>>
>>
>>***
>>
>>
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>>
>>Anna felt Michael's lightly callused hand brush the loose lock of hair. 
>>She really did love him.  He was like no man she had ever known, let alone 
>>loved.  Even now, looking at him made her heart stop for a moment, her 
>>breath silently hitching.  So many female friends of hers had commented on 
>>how, if his reddish hair was just a slightly different color, he could 
>>pass for Brad Pitt.  He, of course, had laughed this off. Brad Pitt wasn't 
>>thick around the middle was Michael's argument. He also didn't have brown 
>>hair. Anna always thought that Michael could put any matinee idol to 
>>shame, especially Brad Pitt.  That is how much she loved him, inside and 
>>out.
>>
>>Yet, for her it seemed like her head was extroverted and her heart 
>>introverted. She could talk with him about their work in South America, 
>>the impact that work would have back in the states, and do so for hours. 
>>They both had found a job that was tied to their deepest compassion for 
>>people in need.  It fed people in the remotest villages in Sot America, 
>>and shamed the United States government, what with the current 
>>administration making rhetoric-filled promises to help these villages 
>>devistated by bad weather starvation and disease.  The organization they 
>>worked for did more in one week than the U.S. did in a four-year 
>>presidential term.  Anna loved seeing Michael work with his hands as he 
>>did handyman-style jobs around the village.
>>
>>
>>
>>On the other hand, ask her to express her love for him, and it as if she 
>>were pathologically shy, or mute.
>>
>>
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>>Ask her to talk about some way, big or small in which Michael may have 
>>hurt her, even just with a unintended sleight, and her emotional throat 
>>closed up and her voice was silent.
>>
>>
>>
>>She hated herself for it but she kept waiting on Michael to be the one to 
>>open up. She knew she should take the first step since it seemed Michael 
>>never would.  Unfortunately, she seemed too mired in it all to take that 
>>step.  She recalled how she once thought being a better housewife would 
>>tilt  the balance, and cause them to open up to each other.  But, it was 
>>like the lyric she had heard in a song by the band Wilco says, "keeping 
>>things clean doesn't change anything."
>>
>>
>>
>>They both had found a job that was tied to their deepest compassion for 
>>people in need.  It fed people in the remotest villages in South America, 
>>and shamed the United States government, what with the current 
>>administration making rhetoric-filled promises to help these villages 
>>devistated by bad weather starvation and disease.  The organization they 
>>worked for did more in one week than the U.S. did in a four-year 
>>presidential term. They both loved watching the other work.  Anna often 
>>just sat and adored Michael as he did various handyman chores around the 
>>village.  Michael caught himself pausing, quite often, in his work to 
>>admire Anna from afar as she sat under a tree, teaching children from the 
>>village how to read English. For both of them, the key word was "afar." 
>>They were like two islands that depended on each other with no bridge 
>>between them, and no open shipping lanes.
>>
>>They both sat, mutely gazing at each other. They both knew something had 
>>to break, and both silently wondered if it ever would.
>>
>>
>>
>>***
>>
>>
>>
>>abruptly, for Michael, something did.  It had nothing whatsoever to do 
>>with their relationship.  It was pain, starting from the left side of his 
>>chest and slowly radiating down his arm.  For the love of everything holy, 
>>was he having a heart attack?  Here?  On this airplane?  He squeezed 
>>Anna's small, silky hand, almost violently.  His eyes registered her shock 
>>and horror as she realized something was wrong, then everything faded to 
>>black.
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