Tuesday, September 03, 2013

Not saying you should be me, but...

I have ones of readers, a happy life, smoking hot shoes, the best singing voice within a block of here, and a bet with George Washington that I can hold my breath longer than he can.

Currently, he is winning.

No matter, I don't mind.  He's had lots more practice than me.  Just wait up, George, and see what I'll be able to do in 30 years or so!

There is writing kicking around in my head.  Creative stuff.  The starts of many a story are whirling around.  Things like:


  • The trouble with Gabriella was that she wouldn't pay attention, even when struck.
  • Anymore, the chance to play hooky was slight and dangerous.
  • One time I caught a bug so amazing I kept its feet between my fingers while staring down all the rivulets of struts on its transparent wings.
  • A spider laid its eggs on our front porch last night.  She's much thinner now.
  • I don't get surprised by this, it's just a thing that happens before the police are called.
  • Old Charlie called me from the ditch, a wet brown shag rug of love.


That's a sample, a start.  They all have stories, but I've not yet started 'em.  Ought to, now that fall is coming on.  That's a good time for telling tales.

Just putting it out there.

Tiff out.



6 comments:

the only daughter said...

Like minds and all that whiz. Looking forward to reading. Looking forward to writing.

:-)

tiff said...

Yes, woman! Go write!

kenju said...

"One time I caught a bug....."; I want to read that one. Get busy.

LL said...

You have ones of readers?

Lucky slug...

Shiny Rod said...

All I end up writing nowadays are technical documents and spreadsheets.

rennratt said...

I'm with you! There's something about this time of year that brings the words to the surface.

I want to read ALL of the stories!