A Movable Marriage: a memoir by Tricia Pimental

Author:Tricia Pimental [Pimental, Tricia]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: TAP Publishing
Published: 2016-03-02T00:00:00+00:00

One day in Lyman, Sallyann surprised me by asking, “Whatever happened to that book you were writing?”

When someone asks this of a writer, a myriad of reactions may occur: surprise the person remembered; embarrassment when recalling the reasons for stopping; disappointment about not having had the tenacity to finish the project; frustration in not knowing where to pick up the thread again; guilt. I think myself a well-rounded individual, so I came up with all of them.

“Do you mean Wave Runner?”

My sister-in-law is a no-nonsense person. She is well respected by both her superiors and those who answer to her in her professional life. Tall, usually dressed in New York black and sporting chunky, silver jewelry, she is one impressive package. Her hazel eyes focused on me intently. I felt I had been called to the principal’s office.

“How many have you started?”

“One.”

“Well, then, that would be the one.” Sallyann is nothing if not logical.

I had put the writing of a spiritual memoir with the working title Wave Runner on hold years before when I was unable to decide how to write about the failure of my first marriage. I was culpable to a large extent, but as with most relationships, the cause for a breakup almost always lies to some extent with both parties. How could I explain what happened and yet not damage fences mended long ago? I was curious as to why she wanted to know, and asked her.

“I recently found those pages you printed out for me and reread them on vacation. Every day at the pool, I shared what you wrote with a friend. One day she asked, ‘What happened next?’ and I said, ‘I don’t know. She didn’t get past chapter six.’ She was disappointed. You should finish it.”

Virginia Woolf wrote, “It is the nature of the artist to mind excessively what is said about him. Literature is strewn with the wreckage of men who have minded beyond reason the opinions of others.” In this case, though, it was a good opinion, and a positive stimulus, so I did not mind one bit. I took Sallyann’s advice to heart once the dead of winter passed and spring arrived in New Hampshire, and began to write again. In sunny, summery, Ocala I was inspired to ramp up the pace.

With The Tinkerville Store behind him, Keith returned to handling financial matters for an attorney friend, the one for whom he had worked for a while pre-Brims Caffè. He had an ideal long distance arrangement like mine, affording us a flexible schedule. Each morning we walked five minutes to the Starbucks next door to where Jesse worked, and we all had coffee together.

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