I’ve been working on three short stories. One is complete or as complete as it will ever be. The other two are in various stages of draft. I am hoping to have one more done, signed and sealed by July 15. Maybe it’s a good thing I have no idea who I am sending these stories to?
Maybe not. Please let me have your thoughts on this? Do you sit down to write with a particular contest or journal in mind or do you just write the story that Must Come Out?
I subscribe to a few literary journals but I am not sure I am ready to get rejected by The Paris Review if you know what I mean 🙂
So as you know I haven’t been well. Allergies. Voice is still AWOL and yesterday I feared my mind may have gone the same way. I can’t get to do the things I’m supposed to do for my ‘day job’ without The Voice so I’m home. Writing. Which is all fine and dandy except that I despise being cooped up inside like a battery
I need fresh air. Green spaces. So yesterday I headed off in the direction of the forest near my home and really, it was glorious! The weather has been wonderful and it was only right that I should be out with the bees and the butterflies and the humans walking their dogs…but it was not to be. I got as far as the park’s tennis courts and had an ugly coughing fit. One of those truly loud and disgusting I’m-A-Walking-Virus kind of fit that had the tennis players running for cover and the elderly lady on the park bench a good 30 metres away from me cover her nose and mouth with a tissue.
Maybe, I thought afterwards, when my body stopped heaving and my eyes stopped watering and I staggered out of the Park, that not-so-nice lady should have offered me a tissue.
So clearly I’m not allowed to venture outdoors. Which is why I’ve been in my garden.
You should know I
wasted spent an hour yesterday on my deck chair trying to capture a visiting Rufus hummingbird with my iPhone. An hour. I think I heard him chuckle as he hovered helicopter-like over my head. Really how hard is it to film a hummingbird?
Today has been more productive in more ways than one. I made this discovery.
A plum tree. It’s not actually our plum tree. It’s the neighbour’s. But it has reached it’s long arms across the wall (in neighbourly fashion) and very generously offered us fruit. Yes. I said shaking her green and lovely arms. We accept but we will wait until they ripen.
Anyway – see, the mind is going.
Here are peas from our garden.
So neatly and perfectly packed and zipped in.
And this is me working through the imagery on a new poem. I don’t always have the time to map my thinking or draw but this particular poem needed the extra work as you will see from the seemingly disparate objects. (One is an eel living in shallow water and the other is the Taj Mahal; a rather impressive mausoleum in India).
I hope to share this poem later with you this week. (I promise you it will, if nothing else, be interesting)