Poem: Later, she would discover it was all done with mirrors, (no title or stable name yet) Stories: In the dissertations, I'm called HIR 445. Humoral Immunity Response experiment 445. The scientists... The Kid Who Made the Man Who'll Leave You (previous title posts are here . I may actually be getting better at starting things, not just collecting titles. Of course, I still suck at finishing them.
Original Posting 29 March 2008 You're in luck. I stumbled across a cache of notes from some years back that seem to have odd hints and suggestions about some ideas for writing. So I thought perhaps I...Love and Kippers 11. The People's Libation Fount There are more notes on this stack but I think I'll stop here and save some for later. So go ahead and write. When we write, we let others imagine
Original posting 21 Feb 2008 Wicked little cliffhanger . . . Okay, here's the setup. There is a small group - say six or seven people - doing something together. In the show I was watching, they were...and whisper, do they simply blurt it out, what happens next? One line? We never thought that the phone ringing marked the end of our happiness. Go, write! When we write, we learn about ourselves
Original posting 20 Feb 2008 Single Sentence Start? "Why didn't you buy it?" he said, and pulled the line. What line? What happens when someone pulls the line? And who is he talking to, what didn't...little gray cells agitate and spin dry, hear them fry in the crackling grease of your terrible hot pan? I wonder just what kind of line he pulled, don't you? When we write, we learn about ourselves
Original posting 3 February 2008 How about this one? Start with: I spent the evening trying to catch the rain. And then let your fingers and imagination roam. Why was this person trying to catch the...next? And who else is involved in this? Did someone drive them to this? Go ahead, dream a bit, and then tell us about this person out trying to catch the rain. When we write, we learn about ourselves
Oh, that sounds like a good tale. The Day That Lady Windwark Left the Bestiary Gate Undone And what happened thereafter. Now, should it be done in heroic verse or just plain text? And what was the list of the inhabitants of that bestiary? Were there green alligators, and long-necked geese, some humpty-backed camels and some chimpanzees? And was there a unicorn? Oh . . . Tell me a story, do!
Original posting 9 November 2007 So, let's see. A bit of background. One of the local stations had an enka singer recently - enka is kind of Japanese blues, usually in a kimono, and often about the man... Twist some variation on the line(s) and use that? There you are. We sewed ourselves together with a red thread of despair We sowed our selves together with six red seeds of anger and write
The pad by my bed says, "alien waiting room." I keep a pad and pen by the bed just in case one of the thoughts that I stumble over while drifting between sleep and waking seems likely to be useful. I... WRITE! tink (I shall try to avoid pondering just what I was thinking when I wrote "alien waiting room" on the pad by my bed. I'm sure I had something in mind, but it seems to be gone now. Oh, well. :-
Originally posted 14 April 2007 [what? a mustard seed to build a faith on? well, if you insist...] "Once upon a time..." he said, and stopped to wipe the tears from his eyes. [who is he talking.....and make those keyboards click!] for those who haven't danced this way before--take the beginning line, and unroll your tale... with a cheery grin hanging in the air, left behind by the cheshire cat tin
...but I had this impression (and still do) in the months following, that I shouldn't burn my bridges, and that there might be some way to tend to what I could want out of life without being caustic and...perceived silence, and maximizing everything that comes from the roar on the other end. I need to stop deluding myself into thinking that there's someone other than myself that I can trust on all matters
