by Kirk Melson
So I ask you, how has this odd writing sort of life invaded your definition of normal?
I’ve always thought of myself as a pretty normal guy. I mean, I’m an engineer, nothing odd about that. and just for the record, in my mind being NORMAL was a good thing!
But early in my wife’s writing career, I noticed that she and other writers referred to being normal in a very odd context. I tried to ignore the overtones of derision, but it became harder as life went on.
Truthfully, when Edie and her friends mentioned normal, I didn’t understand why they found our behavior so funny. To me, not hearing voices seemed a lot more reasonable than hearing them…and admitting it. And going on to assign those voices to imaginary people gets even weirder. Then to finally argue out loud with those made up characters made me think they had all gone a little nuts.
And they seemed, at least with the terms they used, to agree with me. After all they refer to the rest of us as NORMAL. But the word was always used as if it was some kind of a joke…one that I just couldn’t understand.
Then it began to happen.
My wife and her friends began to rub off on me.
I found myself taking part in serious conversations about imaginary people—and how to make them behave.
And if that weren’t bad enough, I developed the habit of looking at every experience Edie had as a possible article topic. And even worse, I picked up her habit of looking at a situation and commenting, “There’s a devotion in that.”
Admit it, those of you who have spent any time at all around her, can hear her voice even now.