8/1/05
A woman in a plain dress sitting sideways on a straight-backed shaker chair in a room lit only by candlelight. Shadows are long. She, like the room, is silent. It is late in the day. The sun has set behind the mountain but the sky is still light.
A stocky man sith sturdy legs in a black speedo in a Wall Street office. I, like the suited people around him, don't find his attire inappropriate. He, like the rest of us, is working.
A song that sounds like it's being performed by a 1980's super-group but it's only me singing. I hear the song as I write it -- words and music coming at the same time.
Fish in a pond obscured by lilly pads. They are in there, I know they are. I have seen them in the past but can't see them now.
Words from the waking world: These are shreds of dreams I had last night. There was no storyline connecting the dreams, only brief glimpses into other places.
A stocky man sith sturdy legs in a black speedo in a Wall Street office. I, like the suited people around him, don't find his attire inappropriate. He, like the rest of us, is working.
A song that sounds like it's being performed by a 1980's super-group but it's only me singing. I hear the song as I write it -- words and music coming at the same time.
Fish in a pond obscured by lilly pads. They are in there, I know they are. I have seen them in the past but can't see them now.
Words from the waking world: These are shreds of dreams I had last night. There was no storyline connecting the dreams, only brief glimpses into other places.
posted by GFK at 9:02 PM
1 Comments:
Don't try to "use as little words as possible". Every one of these entries - I've read all of Aug - are vingnettes (1000 words, flash fiction). Several can be developed into short stories (1,000 - 6,000 words). Use them.
Here's a dream I had years ago put into poetry, to give you another example of how these dreams can also be developed;
White-pearl lunar discs
Peel from a full, opal moon
And sail, silent,
Down.
Opaque toboggans,
Illuminating the lawn where they land -
Inviting.
If I choose, I can sit upon one
And rise
With it.
Uncertin of its direction,
Intention,
Destination -
Yet aware,
With a distant intuition of a final effect,
I step aboard.
I should think that you have books of poetry and vignettes here. Marketable ones.
Continue to log them - catch the emotion and create meaning via plot when you develop the stories. You've got a treasure chest here. I wouldn't blog it all over the web like this. You're sitting on a gold mine.
Boots
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