The Poignancy of Poo

Hello universe!

Recently I went to the Midwest Writer’s Workshop.  I can’t recommend this activity enough to everyone.  This workshop was a blast and a half.  I learned lots, met an insane amount of awesome people, and was forced to explain the most hideous part of Fifty Shades of Gray to a table of literary agents and an 80 year old man, all while I blushed 101 Shades of Red…

While there, we were invited to leave some pages in the library for other writers to leave comments on.  I gladly did this as I am a bit of a feedback whore. (Remember this if you are ever debating leaving comments on my lovely little blog here.)

One of the comments that was left for me was that the scene where Ellie has the mother of all intestinal incidents in a mall bathroom was icky.  This stuck with me.

Why, yes, yes, it is icky.  Even reading it now, I squirm and laugh and nod that yep, we’ve all been there.  Well, maybe not to the extreme level of publicness that poor Ellie (and myself if you recall that was based on a true story…) had to endure, but we have all had a moment where we are sure that we are about to lose an internal organ or two.

Why did I write this?  Because when it happened to me it was effing hilarious.  Hideously embarrassing, yes, but after the mortification washed away, I was left with the giggles.

Okay, so I get that people reading that scene might take the road of those are things we don’t discuss.  Bodily functions and the like are made to be private turmoils that we suffer through in isolated silence.

My thinking is that, hey, since we all do it, why not laugh about it.  And this is not a new concept.  I submit the laxative scene with Jeff Daniels from Dumb and Dumber and the infamous food poisoning scene from Bridesmaids into evidence as exhibits A and B.

You’re welcome for this.

 

Now, call me juvenile, but I laughed when I saw those.  I laughed long, and I laughed hard, people.  Because it’s funny.  And even without the dramatics or the laxative sabotage of a friend with an unfortunate haircut, we have all felt like that to some degree.

This is what I love about Ellie.  There are very few things in that story that I don’t relate to as an individual, mother or wife.  Not just because I wrote it, although she is my very special baby, but because I would be THRILLED to find this on the bookshelves having nothing to do with it at all.  There isn’t much out there for mid-western stay at home moms to relate to, literarily speaking.  Yes, I know literarily isn’t a word, but go with me.  I have dozens of books about moms that I love, but I find they are either very, very serious and deal with very hardcore issues, or they involve New York mothers and their nannies, or something similar.  Lovely to read about, but that’s not what most of us are living.

So, I will stick by my bathroom scene.  If the person critiquing it felt squirmy while reading it, I feel I have done my job right.  It’s not meant to make you think of daisies and cupcakes.

Although, if that’s your thing and you do get the cupcake feelings, more power to you.

I hope you all are having a grand and delightful Tuesday!

Until next time,

Peace, Love and Cupcakes

4 Comments

  1. Although I haven’t read anything by you yet, I can already say, you are the perfect Women’s Fiction author. You are just so REAL in a way that a lot of people aren’t. And soooo funny, that helps too 😉

  2. Gaaaaaaaaw, shucks! Thank you!!

    Makin’ me blush over here!

  3. I just snorted remembering that poor scene for Ellie…

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