yeah, we all have them, don’t we – late at night, lights out, almost asleep, and an idea pops up. we are flying out of bed, scrambling for pen and paper to jot it down – and it’s gone. that brilliant, shiny literary little sheep has run off and hid somewhere… all it leaves behind is the annoying baaaahhhing echo reverberating in surround sound.
i hate them. i always feel cheated, fooled, bamboozled when i am standing there in my briefs, pen drawn for battle and no foes in sight to slay. it happens to me more often than i like – i wonder how many books, stories, novellas etc. i COULD have written if i had caught those little fluff balls…
it is hard to maintain three creative blogs simultaneously. still, i really want to keep each of them in a creative focus.
painting is not writing and writing is not social. they all deserve a focused effort.
then again, as long as i do write SOMETHING on each of them, and it touches on the topic of the individual blog, brevity is not a bad thing, i think.
i am still struggling with my ideas and my ASPIRING WRITER unit. he still claims that he cannot write anything beyond the 100 character mark. i do not care. i still write.
“once upon a time, in an old forest far, far away, a mother bear turned over in her sleep under a huge windthrow and without knowing or intending to, she caused a great upset in the land of the moles.”
a fable. transferring human thoughts, feelings and actions to animals. often with a humorous twist. hm.
how will this fable, story, fantasy evolve? i have absolutely no idea. but i think i need to explore it.
colon is a funny word. at least in English.
colon: the punctuation mark :, usually preceding an explanation or an example of what has gone before, a list, or an extended quotation.
colon: large intestine, from Greek kolon.
colon: a colonial farmer or plantation owner
so a semicolon must be all of the above split in two or halved, right?
remember this post? well i have been mulling over a continuation on the theme of monsters under my bed.
“When you were little, you could swear there was a monster under your bed–but no one believed you. On the eve of your 30th birthday, you hear noises coming from under your bed once again. The monster is back and has an important message to deliver to you.”
it is actually an excellent subject. think about it – there are all those pretentious books out there, written by people claiming to have dialogs with G-d. what if there were books full of messages from the monsters living under beds, in closets, drawers, cupboards, basements, attics… and what if those messages are just as important as any celestial communications?
there’s a thought, huh?
writing seems to be much like a bottle of ketchup. i shake it and shake it and nothing happens, and then all of a sudden half the bottle lands on my plate.
i don’t get it. for 2 years in a row i have managed to write 50.000+ words in 30 days – and basically nothing in between. it’s not that i do not want to, i do. it’s just that somehow words elude me december-october.
it is a puzzle.