Melinda Morley

(grimace) It’s been almost a week since my last post. My apologies to all my fans out there. I had Pack Meeting this week and it consumed a large amount of time. It was fabulous, thank you for asking. Cowboy made a lifesize vending machine out of a safe box. (I don’t mean it wasn’t dangerous. I mean it delivered a safe. Big, metal, holds expensive things, I don’t need one.) He painted it gold and put in lights and we painted a big Cub Scout logo on it. Poe helped him install a button. Cowboy rigged it with speakers and Poe used my computer to make crazy noises and movie soundbites whenever a scout pushed the button. Sassy delivered the awards. -dropped them down the slot. It was very entertaining. The dens had each decorated their own safe boxes and made food to pass out. The theme was Cub Cafe, of course. We even made chef hats from tissue paper stapled to a paper band. Oh, the fun! It was so great. Next time, you should come. We have the coolest pack meetings. Next month…Cubs and Bugs theme. We are doing awards Fear Factor style and the boys will have to eat a plate of worms (gummy) to get their award. I’ll deliver the juicy details. Here. But my post isn’t really about scouts, I just had to share the fun a little. My post is about honesty. Honest it is.

 I have been moody of late. Nothing serious or violent, you can relax. I have just have had an extra unge to speak my mind. I want to tell someone what they really look like in that dress. I want to say that what they are doing is annoying and even pathetic. I want to say how I really feel. Things like, I don’t really care. Or wow, did you think of that all by yourself? Or wake up people, VA Tech was really doing the best they could and that gunman was evil. Direct your anger to him if you must. -What is the world coming to??!!

But I have one big problem. What I really want to say isn’t very nice. I need to be nice. Although, I yearn for honesty and people who never get their feelings hurt. I suppose Thumper’s mother is right. But I don’t like her. (that’s the truth.)

I read a blog by an editor. She said she demands honesty from her writers. They must write what is true to them. Joy, pain, humility, the whole gammut. How do I do that? I am stifled by other’s feelings. I’ll have to write encrypted fiction. How do I find the honesty I suppress?

How does one go about being honest? If someone asks what you are thinking and you are thinking that the zit on their nose is ugly. You surely don’t want to hurt their feelings. What do you say? “Um, I don’t know” or “Nothing.”

Is that the truth?

Honestly!