I would like to offer a topic for folks to take and tell the tale...Following is true, but my memory is vague so I don't think this is a story I would write. Two nights ago I was sleeping. I woke up. I was thirsty but my bedside water glass was empty. I stood up with my cup and...I felt myself falling...couldn't stop it...don't remember much except I could not stand...bottom line, I fell onto a glass table top that is on my side of the bed...it was bad but not as awful as it could have been. Who? What? Where? When? Why?
Somehow my Christmas tree bends to two o'clock, but blessedly, it is a gift. Last evening my tree became our tree as my almost adult children came to my home and decorated the small mess of 'tree top' at best. We dined on the meal I prepared; the first time I have cooked in a very long time. The food alone seemed to make them happy. I had a wreath, a gift from a friend, that needed a hook for hanging on my apartment door. Earlier I had seen a neighbor and asked where she had found her wreath hook. My son, who was delegated the task of engineering a hook for my wreath, got busy on task. After a bit of work he came inside laughing about the coat hanger fashioned into a hook. He had taken care to hang the wreath as well but because of his laughter, we all went out to see his handy work. We laughed...until we looked down and saw the gift at my door...a wreath hanger. I live in a wonderful place in our downtown area and generally assume that we are all too busy to care about those of us who live here. My faith in goodness of the heart has been revisited and I love it. I gifted my kind neighbor with a treasure of my own and it felt really good. I kept peeking out the door until I saw that the gift was gone. Once again, my heart became happy. Life is awesome and so are those souls who give selflessly. Blessed be to those who let the joy of holiday magic into their hearts.
Those of you who paint must know the presence of triangles in a painting. A writer has the ability to show characterizations, plot and overall story....ie...dude hates ducks but because he loved them as a child, they revisit him at least 3 times in a story. Time must pass in your story. Perhaps only a few hours have gone by in a complete tale. Maybe aging takes care of this important task. Exhaustion can be expressed by three days of beard growth or the need for your heroin to shave her legs. OCD with looking at a watch can certainly carry your story through logical time. But, time does not have to be logical. Time and character can accomplish the need to move your character forward. these are just a few suggestions to try and reign in time in your story.
I have not been able to figure out why my work is locked. I do not understand how to get the lock off of the writing.
I suppose my place is not in THIS world...so in the event that I am correct, I offer the following... "...what souls are these who run through this black haze?" And he to me: "These are the nearly soulless whose lives concluded neither blame nor praise. They are mixed here with that despicable corps of angels who were neither for God nor Satan, but only for themselves..."* *The Inferno, Dante's immortal drama of a journey through hell/translation by John Ciardi
I am determined to enjoy the Holiday Season. Thanksgiving seemed to just pop up this year. I spent the usual last minute race to find a gift for the host. Due to lack of coinage I opted to take a bottle of wine from my friends ample stock of spirits. Turns out I was the only drinker in the bunch until I handed my stressed hostess a full glass to help her find peace in a loud and crazy crowd. I suspect Christmas Day will be just like Thanksgiving, mildly bearable....oy, kind of like here, online with CWF. Creative Writing Forums appears to be a monolith of computer programming. Surely, I ask, is it really possible for a few people to monitor every post on this site? If so, I want that job. I smile every time I think about how wonderful it would be to play a god of sorts. Today I am the Goddess of my couch, a weary traveler who knows someone in trouble and an individual who enjoys making herself laugh. No matter if anyone else laughs along. There are no little icons on this site for pointing at someone with my middle finger and I dare not say what I mean *******.* Merry Christmas CWF Gods. God Bless you and your gods. Good day. *I am not a bitter blogger but bemoan being baked by boys and birls.hahahahaha