Day 26: Set a goal for your self to write at least four pages a day...

"That is 300–325 words, double-spaced. Some days you’ll write one page; others you’ll write 15 pages. Try to average at least four pages a day."

I don't know how he calculates it, but 4 pages is not 300-325. I wrote only less than 1 page, it's already 202. And it is double-spaced, mostly dialogues!

The following is what I wrote yesterday and today. This is the beginning of the story. I might, alone the way, come back and change. In fact I'm pretty sure about it.

Here we go:

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1.

“Can you check if there’s some brown sugar left, hon?”

Rachel was in the living room getting the kids ready for school. In the kitchen, Jason was checking the refrigerator for breakfast. He opened the cupboard. “Where’s it?”

“Should be on the upper shelf,” Rachel was kneeling down, trying to put shoes on her 6-year old daughter, Hannah, who was sitting in a chair, swinging her feet and giggling. “Stop it, Hannah! You’re going to be late. You know the school bus won’t wait for you.”

“I don’t see it,” Jason said, “where on the upper shelf?”

Rachel sighed. “Never mind, I’ll go look at it. Emma,” she turned to her 7-year-old next to her, “help your sister with her shoes.”

“She can do it herself,” Emma frowned.

“You’re the oldest, take care of your sister.” Rachel stood up and headed toward the kitchen.

“You can tell me, I’ll look for it.” Jason protested. “That’s ok. There, the white box over there,” she pointed at the right corner of the upper shelf. Jason got it for her. She opened it up. “We almost run out of brown sugar. Can you get some on your way home this afternoon?”

“Ok.” Jason shrugged.

“Don’t forget.” She turned to the kids. “Ok, time to go!”

“Mommy, I want to go to school too,” 4-year-old Adam gripped his mom’s apron. “I wadda skool, dada skool,” 2-year-old Eric joined in. “Oh you wanna go to school too, honey?” Rachel lifted little Eric up and into her arms. “You’ll be in preschool in 6 months, Adam.”

The two older girls went out waiting for school bus. In a bit, the bus came, the two girls waived good-bye to Rachel.

“You know, you don’t have to run everything yourself. I can help too.” When Rachel came back in to the kitchen with two little boys, Jason said, and opened up the refrigerator again.

“It’s easier that way...Don’t keep on opening the fridge! What are you looking for?”

“We don’t have milk?”

“Here,” Rachel reached over and got the milk. “Oh, I didn’t see that. Why did you put it behind the veggies?”

“Cause I want to cook them for lunch,” Rachel said. “Here’s your cereal.” She already got his favorite cereal in her hand.

Jason took the cereal and sat down. “And here, your toast with sunny-side-up,” Rachel handed him the toast and egg. Then she sat down and fed little Eric. He wasn’t too happy to sit still, not very interested to have anything.

Jason looked at her and slightly shook his head. They have been married for 8 and a half years, and he still had no idea how she managed that—she had this ability to take care of everybody’s needs before they asked for it.

That was supposed to be fantastic. He knew he should 110% appreciate her.

“You haven’t eaten yet, I’ll feed Eric.” Jason said.

“That’s ok.”

“COM’ on, let me.”

She gave him the bowl and the spoon.

“Oh, look at that, what do we have here?” Jason scooped up a spoonful of potato and made noise of an airplane. “The 747 is going to be swallowed by the super-duper cookie monster, oh no, help! Help!!” Eric giggled, opened wide and swallowed the whole spoon. “Wow! He must be the most terrible monster in the world!”

“Monter,” Eric shouted. Rachel smiled.

“I’m sorry, hon,” Rachel said. “I know I like to take over things. I’m not very patient.”

“Who can blame you? You’re running a zoo.”

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74 more days.