Book Writing Exercise

Begin writing with the following sentence: “That was the time he stopped believing ———-.”

That was the time he stopped believing all was going as planned.  It wasn’t his fault although others close to him would later say it was only his fault.  He had grown up in such unusual circumstances, but was it really all that unusual.  He had a mother and a father who loved him dearly.  He had siblings who looked out for him as his name was etched deeper and deeper on the sports plaques and awards and once out of high school, his father’s Alma mater opened its arms even wider.  He was captain of every team he took part of and was what you’d call a success by the time he graduated.  He worked his way up the ranks of his father’s company.  He was everything a parent desired and everything he received after that was earned although some thought otherwise  Jealousy is found within those you least expect.  They come out of the woodwork stating how much they despise the golden spoon.

His scrunched up face, combined with his open mouth, meant the news was startling.  At first he thought one of his brothers or parents had gotten into a car accident, but then he recognized the voice.  It belonged to a woman he had dated not too long ago.  She deserved a man who could make her happy, as much as he deserved another suitable woman.  He thought that chapter in his life had closed as their parting had been mutual.  It had not as he asked, “what are you going to do?”  The question every man asks when he finds out the woman he once had a relationship with is pregnant.  She didn’t answer him right away, but when she did her voice was full of raw emotion. 

“What do you mean?  What am I going to do?  I’m going to have this baby and raise it like any good person would!”

“I didn’t mean it like that.”

“It sounded that way.”

“Don’t get upset.  I’m just surprised, that’s all.  I haven’t talked to you in over a month, and now you tell me I’m going to be a father.”

“It wasn’t what I was expecting either.  I’m not even sure you’re father material.”

“Have you thought about other options?”

“Like what?”

“There’s many parents who can’t have children of their own.”

“I’m not letting someone else raise my baby.  Who knows how he will end up?”

“We’re having a son?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You said how he will end up.”

“I meant it generically.  I’m hoping for a girl.”

“So, adoption is out?”

“Yes.” There was a long pause before she spoke again.  “I don’t know.  I can’t think about that right now.  I basically called to tell you the news.”

“We need to talk about this more.”

“I know, but not right now.”


“Maybe, next week.”

“What day?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Okay, I’ll wait for your call.  Do you want me to stop by later?”

“No.  Just wait ’til my call.”

“Are you sure?”


“You sound stressed out right now.”

“Wouldn’t you be?”

“If I come over, we can discuss this more.”

“Not now.”

She hung up, leaving him wishing the call had been about a car accident.  In this situation, he knew what to do.  Being the youngest in his family, he was the one who convinced his older brother to give his marriage another shot.  He was the one who made the calls for his parents’ 50th anniversary.  He was the one who kept his composure during tense situations, but not on this day.  There was no rushing to the hospital to talk to the best doctors money could afford.  Surgery wasn’t required, and there was nothing to take away what he was feeling.  The anxiety and loss of independence he knew would still be there no matter how many pills he swallowed.  He had to convince her it was too early for him to be a father.  If that did not work, he looked down, almost in shame for what he thought.  It didn’t stay with him long, but long enough to remind him his life came first.


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