It’s been a funny sort of week – i’ve not done much in the way of writing. No real reason for it, possibly a combination of things… i’ve been a little tired, a little busy and a little uninspired. i’ve also been a little bit ‘under the weather’ – nothing particularly definable, just not a hundred percent. You may have noticed, i’ve not been as attentive to the blog this week as usual… but everyone gets weeks like that.
However, today i did a bit of writing. People sometimes ask me how i go about the process and, i have to say that most of the time, i just write stuff. i’ve been called ‘prolific’, which makes me sound like one of those weeds that takes over your garden when your back is turned – i guess that’s as good a metaphor as any! You see, when it comes to inspiration, i take it as i find it – like a fast-spreading weed, i grab hold of any opportunity and make it my own, then use it to further spread my evil grasp!
This particular piece was inspired by something said in sl…
[15:41] Shauna Vella: it’s getting dark in here, and I can see the merry-go-round clearly through window
I was instantly struck by the poetic melancholia of the phrasing – (whaddya mean, you don’t see it?) – and it practically begged me on its knees to be made the opening line for a short story. It’s the sort of thing Vincent Price might have said, in that chilling, distracted, matter-of-fact manner; his silhouetted form, framed by a high gothic window, as the camera slowly moves in from behind…
Hmmm, getting carried away there! Here then, is Sober, with thanks to Shauna for the opening line.
It sure been a cold, cold winter
My feet been draggin’ ‘cross the ground
And the fields has all been brown and fallow
And the springtime take a long way around
The Rolling Stones – Winter