Friday, December 14, 2007
Start of Something New
Then, the leap of faith. Or the lack of it.
Very interesting prose poem.
Thank you for the wishes. They all help.
Start of something new indeed.
I think I would have started with
“Hear me O Lord, Praise Thee Allah, Help me Jesus.”
But that's me, dabbler for some years in journalism...Important stuff on top.
Your are braver than I am.
(I never show anybody my first drafts).
All: I have edited this post to include a picture of the grinch putting the boots to Santa. Just my quirky way of saying Happy Holidays and may the bells of Peace Ring in the New Year. I'm off to Trana for a week with the inlaws, which is at least 25 percent more fun than it sounds. If anybody needs me I'll be in the sauna. But I'll be back before you can drain your rum n eggnog.
But then I kept reading and my theory lost footing.
Actually, the very VERY first thing I thought of, was the scene from the "Indiana Jones And The Temple Of Doom" when the dude rips the other dudes heart out.
Hope your holidays are going well.
A multiple interpretation of sorts?
Great start though. I liiiiike it!
Happy Holidays my friend.
TC: kind of like a hungry cat in the morning.
BBE: thanks. working on that brevity. in fact, though, it's a small slice of a much bigger picture.
Toast: well done. pretty damn close.
Eric: same to you. is that the real you?
Ms. Smack: I feel that way about most creative expression. Happy Holidays!
Next year, please leave catnip with the milk and cookies. :-)
Yep, it's me flying the flutterby, tonight... but not always!
So, she's looking at her own mortality, weighing the jump vs the tolls of living onward, of breaking hearts, and in the process her own?
Or something kinda like that... We would probably need a little more when you decide to show us the next bit of the story. But this is good. As my prof taught me, one should not do all the work for the reader. Don't give away every detail, just the right ones, and let the reader fill in blanks themselves. It makes the story that much more personal to them.
You're doing that perfectly.
CD: toward the concrete far below. Happy New Year!
TBB/Eric: not so scary, kinda handsome actually.
Well, it's all a bit more simple than that. it's a thoughtless act, driven by the madness of genius perhaps, but mostly it's the voices. Hmmm, maybe I should post more, unveil this shroud of mystery, reveal the little man in the back. The problem is, as it often is lately, I've entered this in a contest, and it must remain unpublished to be eligible, and those crazy literary folks sometimes consider blogs 'published'. i really don't see why self-published roughcuts should count, but there you have it. so i can't reveal too much, just in case. i don't expect to win though, because after reviewing what i entered i realized it was still very much a rough copy. bit of a rushed job for what turned out to be a pretty long short story.
have a wicked 2008!
This has been a lot of fun for me, reading all these guesses, interpretations and ideas of my little snippet. One of these days I'd like to copy a post on Ms. Smack's blog and start a story and let my readers take turns advancing and eventually finishing it. Then I could post the whole shebang as a collective work.
CD: That's astute. Not a bad dream but she does survive. The question is [applies shades David Caruso style]: how?
I'll pretend not to have read that.
Happy New Year! Have fun then when the dust clears write more.
Perhaps the voices represent her collective self, an insecurity stirred by the letting go of one relationship into uncertainty.
XDell: nice to see you here. that's a deep interpretation, which works quite nicely for me. Though it's not exactly a dream. Just dreamy.