Thursday, March 13, 2014

like lightning

Inspiration is the most amazing thing.

Lately I've been empty as yesterday's basket. Several pieces I've been writing had no where to go and the damn epic I've been pecking away at for over a year has begun to get on my nerves and is heading for dismemberment.

On the pretense of packing for FL I was wandering from room to room, picking up something here and putting it down there aimlessly.

 For the twentieth time I ran my left foot into a pile of folders, papers and doodah on the floor in the bedroom. The “scrutinize and shred” pile; stuff like tax papers from 1991, report cards. That kinda crap.

I reached to shove the pile back out of my path and grasped the corner of a file envelope. Not tax stuff but Jim's paperwork from the Army. Stuff I'd seen before when we got the mortgage but I started going through it anyway. Tucked between other documents in the folder was a letter that I wrote Jimmy back when we were first getting to know each other. I didn't remember writing it and the lovestruck silliness made me smile and realize I have been writing this stuff forever. I tucked it away with the others and went about my aimlessness. 

Then I sat down on the bed and laced on my boots getting ready to go have lunch with Jake and while I was thinking of nothing in particular, the conflict, the characters - the whole story line that I have been groping for just wandered into my head like a hundred piece marching band taking the field at the Superbowl. 
I got names, dates, crimes and fates all in flash.

“Flourish” I will my darlin'. And thanks. Again.


Ms. said...

Discovering yourself as you were when is quite a wonder, isn't it.

Vicki Miller said...

Sometimes it just takes a poke for us to rearrange things the right way. good luck with the epic

Judy Sall Fiber Art said...

Ooh! I love when inspiration hits, and you break through the block! Kind of like coming out of a tunnel into the sunlight...

Virginia Greaves said...


secret messages

"He watched as she stalked a wide, slow circle that took her all the way around the car. She was wearing something short and black....

Play it again Sam.