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.
4 comments:
Discovering yourself as you were when is quite a wonder, isn't it.
Sometimes it just takes a poke for us to rearrange things the right way. good luck with the epic
Ooh! I love when inspiration hits, and you break through the block! Kind of like coming out of a tunnel into the sunlight...
Awesome!
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