Leslie said, “this is how it’s done.”
No Mom! Said Jake, THIS is how it’s done!”
Now wait, says Grandma, this is how it’s REALLY done!”
(Videography by Joscelyn Studios)
Reviewing this blog, I’ve noticed that I haven’t been very faithful. So, I thought that, perhaps, you’d like to know how I myself am doing at this fiction writing exercise. I’m interested in knowing what my readers are doing. Are you writing? Has the challenge tickled your imagination yet?
I admit, I haven’t written daily. Out of all of my resources of books to grab sentences from, they all seemed to identify the book itself. I know that, should I pursue any intentions, too, I have to rewrite that first sentence, so as to not to plagarize.
Here is what has happened so far…
The story of a small boy sitting in a tree, deciding the things that should be…
Houses shuttering their windows against the dust of the hot dry summer sun, taking their nap…
The rain set in early that night…
He picked up a copy of the early edition and studied the front page…
What I find most interesting is that each of the stories ended up with an entirely different take than what I had thought they’d end up being. Then I wonder how in the world I came up with THAT?
These are all rough (very rough) drafts, but eventually I will come up, I believe, with something to construct my very own novel with. Even if I don’t, the exercise is a lot of fun. But like all exercise, it does take discipline and consistency in order to get results!
“What I must do is all that concerns me, not what the people think…you will always find those who think they know what is your duty better than you know it. It is easy in the world to live after our own, but the great man is he who, in the midst of the crowd, keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude.”
I’ve learned a lot. I’m learning more every day. These are not necessarily in the order of importance, just what comes to mind:
I have chosen not to grant opinion here on a lot of things, I just like to “put them out there.” I think people need to learn to think for themselves. I think we need to watch and listen.
One more thing:
Jon Katz writes:
“when the soul awakens, the search begins and there is no turning back…you are on fire, and the world is suddenly ablaze with light and love…you will sing a different song…the sleeping souls will not hear you, understand you, and you cannot hear or understand them, their news and anger and ritual is a babble, a mystical tongue, a distant roar. You will live your life outside of the tent, listening to the sounds of the circus…you are on the spiritual path. And it can never end, only catch a different train to eternity.”
Ralph Waldo Emerson has written:
Lay this volume down. You had better never see my essays, than to be warped by their attraction out of your own orbit and be made my satellite.”
However, when I am overwhelmed by things I cannot control (like the government, whose representatives believe they are the leaders, and not the peoples’ representative), I find that I can turn to Emerson for grounding here.
A political victory, a rise of rents, the recovery of your sick, or the return of your absent friend, or some other favorable event, raises your spirits, and you think good days are preparing for you. Do not believe it. Nothing can bring you peace but yourself. Nothing can bring you peace but the triumph of principles.
Self reliance. A satisfaction with your job, well done. Striving with the best of your ability. Then you turn, and watch the five deer on the hill, they are watching you and elegantly turn, and gallop away, with their white tails bobbing in unison. And all is perfect with the world again. Nature in her great beauty. She will be here long after we are gone.
Is there a difference? I suppose there is, but it’s all that is inside just waiting to get out. Whether you write about the boring subjects (self, as posted by one writer), or a mystical fiction book with suspense and/or action written all through it, it really is about SELF, and what happens inside of you, events that twist and turn your thinking around and develop story lines.
I am a writer of nonfiction. I just cannot seem to develop the fictional story line, no matter how hard I try. I love historical fiction, but lack the discipline to find out everything I need to find out about an era, the time and effort it takes to check and see if I can use famous names and/or places within my book, or do I have to change the names every time?
Benjamin Disraeli said, “When I want to read a good book, I write one.” Amazing! Astounding! I wish I had said that! Moreover, I wish I’d written that! But I didn’t.
Ralph Waldo Emerson: “Lay this volume down. You had better never see my essays than to be warped by their attraction out of your own orbit and made my satellite.” Yet how many, including me, have become his satellite? I think, what he did not realize, was the power he has, a master of words, to liven the soul, bring it out of the woodwork of my body, enlightening and challenging.
I’m encouraged, on a daily basis, to live to the best of my ability on this pale blue dot, Carl Sagan’s name for the planet, Earth. We are here but a short while and we think we count. We count to the generations living only about 100 years, beyond that we become merely a name with two dates separated by a hyphen. Unless we are a ruler, an explorer with the backing of Spain, or a heretic, this is the only thing people will see on ancestry sites, and the pages that they carry to prove their worth, and that of me, a name that their seed comes from.
Live in the moment, for the moment, do the job you need to do in that moment, or relax, if that is what the moment deems.
Eat. There is no chocolate in the grave. Drink more milk, or your favored beverage of the gods. Do both in moderation, for moderation is the key to our sustenance.
And while you photographers (finger points straight at you, while the thumb points right back at me) are out there preserving the memory, take the moment to reserve it in your mind. Apples fall, make the applesauce while enjoying the moment of the work, cutting and cooking, and filling the jars, and remember this harvest and the activity and laughter in it’s creation, for this is the life we have. It may be simple, it may be boring to another, but it is your life, and it is not boring to live it. (For the sake of this article, I did NOT take any pictures, although my fingers were itching to do so. Like a good book, we can place it in our minds eye and create it with our own imagination.)
It was 1993, and again in 1995, that we “did the west.” A trip down memory lane, at this summer’s end I took, with my photo albums. Here’s to sharing with you…
Wide open spaces…
Where deer and antelope play…
Near Pinedale, Wyoming.
Arches National Park (okay, I had to re-edit this, grainy, but still good enough for majesty, I am the white blob in the corner of the arch).
A legendary creature….
The best cowboy show, IMHO…
Climbing up to visit the Anasazi…
3 widdle kids….or is it the Apple Dumpling Gang revisited? (these 3 are now adults…with families)
If I am any encouragement at all…