Jason Voorhees first took up residence a few months after my daughter was born. Most think Voorhees = hockey mask and machete. Well, our relationship didn’t start that way. He came as he did in Friday the 13th Part 2, an ogre of a being with a bag over his head, one cut hole for a yellow eye to peer through. He came in, sat on our couch, and stayed there. No machete, just a second bag and some twine. He sat quietly as my daughter and I played, fed, or worked. If I turned to him, he’d hold out that second bag.
One evening, my husband arrived from work to see our daughter in her bouncy seat, bored, and me sitting next to Jason Voorhees with a bag over my head.
“What’s wrong?”
I tried to open my mouth, but the burlap felt coarse and painful against my lips. So I said nothing, sitting there with one eye on my daughter to make sure she was safe, and the other eye lost to woven doubt and self-loathing. My husband undid the knot, took the bag off my head, and handed it to Jason. Jason shifted himself down to make room. My husband held my hand and slowly worked me off the couch back to our family.
This routine continued on for a few months. All three of us grew tired of Jason, sitting on the couch, filling the hallway, losing the books and movies that we enjoyed for a little escape, hiding our daughter’s favorite snugglers so we couldn’t get her to sleep.
I’d show him the door. He’d hand out the bag. I’d take the bag.
In a rare outing where I actually sat somewhere with no baby (but with Jason), a friend revealed her latest endeavor in the classroom: NaNoWriMo.
“Nano-what?”
“NaNoWriMo. National Novel Writing Month. It’s a challenge to write a 50,000 word story in thirty days. My kids are pretty excited.”
Something shifted in me. It had been years since graduate school, where I struggled to write proper literary stuff. If I could write what I really wanted and do my online job and raise an infant…
Jason’s single eye darted between us quizzically, coffee spilling onto his overalls.
I ignored him. “When’s it start?”
At 10:30 on the night of November 30th, I reached the 50,000 word mark. The door to our apartment clicked shut. I found a bag outside my workroom with a small length of twine.
Two years later, I gave birth to twin boys. Within the first month, in the midst of mud and lightning, Jason Voorhees resurrected, and this time, he came with a machete.
How do I describe what it’s like to fantasize killing my own children?
Jason said nothing, but that machete glistened in the softness of the boys’ nightlight. It sparkled like a magical wand. It promised peace with a mere knick knack, paddy-whack. I had to pass Jason nearly every hour of the night to feed one boy, then the other, oh of course one woke up, damn he shat everywhere, which one is this again?
Sometimes Jason held out an oven mitt above a boy’s face. Sometimes his machete pointed towards the stairs. Sometimes I heard a whisper, which could not have been me yet Jason never speaks so…If he wants to scream, give him a reason. Those fingers are so small, no one’ll notice if one’s broken. Drop the little fucker. These could not be my thoughts. But I knew they were me, they sounded like me when I’m thinking about what shirt to wear or what to make for my daughter’s lunch. And with every thought comes a lurch inside, an Honest-to-God turning of the stomach that made me want to take that machete and cut myself open to find whatever was whispering these things so it couldn’t hurt my sons, who in only one month of life had already shown such mischievous spirits.
Then came the colic. Jason Goes to Hell comes to mind.
The lowest moment: driving my younger son to the emergency room. A Wisconsin winter night, bitterly freezing, the road coated with black ice, and my son won’t stop screaming. We called yet again trying to understand why one boy’s colic subsided while the other’s grew worse, and finally a nurse said with a yawn that it could be acid reflux. Of course, there’s no good way to fight acid reflux with infants. You have to wait it out. Fuck you. We’re not waiting it out anymore. Give me meds to shut this kid up or…or…
Jason rode shotgun.
Dump him. Dump him and go home. He’ll freeze fast. He’s baptized. He’ll be happy in Heaven, away from you. You never wanted twins. You don’t want this one. He’ll always be like this. Stop there and dump him.
Silence.
I stopped the car.
My son, asleep. His torso shook up and down to the jerky rhythm of his exhausted breathing. It was, by my meager standards, a miracle.
A few days later, another miracle: all three of my kids napping at the same time.
I opened my novel, the NaNoWriMo project from my daughter’s infancy, and started to read. And revised. Revised some more as I nursed my sons. Wrote notes while I played with them, brainstormed ideas with them aloud. Continued the story in whatever free minutes I could find.
There stood Jason, his machete’s sparkle gone. I came forward with dragons, trolls, shapeshifters, and goblins at the edge of darkness, where my worlds began. I held out my hand, and let the bag and twine fall to the ground at his feet.
My twins are two now, and adorably terrible to everyone, especially their big sister. Jason’s still out there, hacking at the darkness, bursts of spark-light about his face, a fragment of nightmare that will never vanish completely.
The boys climb up my legs while my daughter wraps her arms around my neck. I am bombarded with giggles and toddler tickles. I am armored with a love that no blade can nick.
I am also trapped in the chair.
My daughter bonks me with a hard cover. “Let’s read a story!”
Let’s.
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That’s a hard battle, but what can stand against love? You have a triple armour on you 🙂
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“triple armour”… LOVE IT! Thanks so much for reading!
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Jesus, you are one tough and brave lady. You go here over ground so many of us tread and don’t admit to. You are also one amazing writer. x
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Aw, shucks, thanks. It wasn’t easy to write, I admit, but I knew I HAD to share it because I knew others had been there. Someone else I know who’s been there is https://proudlybipolar.wordpress.com/. She’s another tough cookie, she is. 🙂
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She sure is. I popped over and had a look. You did right to share this. And yeah, no way would this be easy to write which is why you should take a double bow. Straight off you are putting yourself out there and there will be those who will think how can you feel that way? But the truth is many women do feel that way and they need to know they’re not alone, they’re not abnormal, they’re just all too human. x.
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It isn’t, thank you, which is why I don’t dive into it too much…I’ve been asked to write more about the postpartum, but…(sigh) It requires a certain frame of mind, and a strength, that I just don’t always have. Not to mention it’s a sickening mindset to visit…
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Yeah, I can see that it does require great strength and yeah there’s days we don’t have it for whatever reason. people never think of that side of putting yourself into your work. This piece ends with such hope though. It’s a stand out x
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Thanks. 🙂 I found some old baby clothes yesterday, including some of their newborn shirts. I put one on Bash, and thought, “Wow. You fit in this once. And you lived long enough for me to put this on you here and now. If that’s not a miracle, I don’t know WHAT is.” 🙂
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Ps. you are also a fabulous writer by the way.
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Well shucks. Thank you! I mean that; this whole putting-words-in-order is a constant trial of fail/fail/fail/hey a success!/fail/fail/consarnit/fail/fail/I should give up/fail/fail/HOLY COW I DID SOMETHING AMAZING.
It’s a lot like that for you, too, I bet. 🙂
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We call it the seven stages of suck…. You know how you think. I (Big capital letter there) wrote this.
Then it’s like downhill all the way through, I WROTE this? I wrote THIS? To I wrote this shit. How could I write this? It is a constant trial and I am not writing in my preferred genre either. I mean I did it to get published, although I would say I did it my way. hang in there, you have great talent. I mean that. I am not just saying it. Your work is gripping, atmospheric and true.
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Seven Stages of Suck is RIGHT. I think it’s amazing you pushed yourself to work outside your comfort zone/preferred genre so you could get your name out. You stretched yourself as a writer, and found yourself stronger. That’s pretty frickin’ awesome. 🙂
And thanks for the lovely compliment. I’m…still working on that whole “craft” thing. 🙂
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Hee hee. Love it!!! I see we have that same sense of ‘humor’. x
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I meant what I said to you re your work. Your voice leaps off the page. Lol, I certainly found myself out there. I dunno re the rest but hey… You keep going right? And I am hopeful once I get some things off my plate of returning to my preferred genre and putting some of these stories out there. x
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You’re very kind. Seriously, your comments mean a good deal to me. I will keep going, by golly, just like you’ll get back to your preferred genre before you know it! 🙂
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Yay. Keep going, that is what I want to hear. If there’s one thing I do NOT like it’s ‘cancelled’ talent. I love your writing and anyone who keeps at it with all these distractions, is gonna succeed.
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You just made me smile. Well now I HAVE to keep going. 🙂
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Kick your ass if you don’t!!! I just replied to you comment on hello on my blog. You have so much sussed about this biz, you would think you had been in it for years. That is also how I know you will succeed. I know a ton of folks who want to get published etc but they are so unrealistic re this biz, that, talking ass, I want to kick theirs. You haven’t just got talent and drive and need, you’re smart about this world.
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Well, snickers, you’ve got me all blushy and squishy. Thanks, friend. 🙂
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Kindly welcome friend. heading off tomorrow to Glencoe where we don’t get any phone or net signal. Will be back reading more of your delicious posts soon xxx
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And I’ll be reading yours in the meantime. Enjoy your time out and about! 🙂
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Got some nice pictures. Will get them up some time soon too xxxxx
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Looking forward to them!
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I will get them up soon. The water was so clear, the tangle of trees was something else!!
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Can’t wait!
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Always running hard to stand still on Mondays and Tuesdays. Will get a wee posting maybe tomorrow and just show them off. Kept thinking about you while I was taking them, thinking of how much we share on belief in setting and I was praying to the camera god I would get a few ok ones.
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LOL I hope the camera god was kind!
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HMMM. You may judge that for yourself tomoz x
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It got scary there for awhile, but I hung in there even when I wanted to bolt. Just like you. Great writing!
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Thank you for the kind words. It can still be a battle, but it’s one I cannot bolt–too much at stake. 🙂
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I love you. ❤
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Aw, thanks, Friend. Yeah, that was a nasty, nasty time. Makes the times now–challenges and all–all the more precious. 🙂
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Yes how many people have a Jason. Too many I fear, It’s somedays a constant fight against the beast. People looking in often don’t understand, just don’t understand. Off to write another school complaint letter but first where is that cd with Don’t fear the reaper on. I was always a Michael rather than Jason type of person.
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They really don’t. Bo read this and looked at me like I was another person. Even though *I* felt like I told him what it was like, *he* didn’t understand it until I gave IT a name, a visual he knew. Another friend once told me this piece loses its power because I work with a character that has lore and too many other associations, but dammit, he’s at least something people don’t understand KNOW, and that’s what matters.
Michael’s another good silent stalker…only I never saw all his movies. 🙂
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It feels like a nightmare. You are so right you tell people and they just don’t get it. Lucky if you get a pat on the shoulder. When you are in that bleak, dark, cold, mess used up,lonely place … it doesn’t really help does it.
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No. That’s why I just prayed, and wrote, and took one hour at a time. It’s all one can do in those days.
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One hour at a time is perfect, I like that.
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xxxx 🙂 xxxx
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