String Theory

I've been on a role lately so why stop writing? This blog I mean. And the endless papers that every college student gets at the end of the semester. And my stuff...? Not one word added to Guardians in a while, and nothing written for a week or so. So what will I talk about today? I think it's time to reveal some of the slightly inane, but still wonderful fragments of inspiration that I deem worthy enough to make it into my little blue notebook. At random flipping through the notebook this is what I have found.

It was at once perfectly descriptive and told nothing at all

If you were to trace my thoughts lines would sprout into hedgerows

I'm in a different book so I can be a different character

Everything was just slightly crooked. She wasn't whether that was a comment on her character or just the fact that she was lazy

She focused on the little things. Dinner tonight, errands she still had to run and the weather. Always the weather.

She's not moving. How can she with books strewn around her and the fog in her brain at least an inch thick?

These fine specimen are a rare breed of writing: stuff that I like and can't place. Normally I write lines I don't love but need to fit somewhere or on rare occasions I write that perfect line that fits neatly after the preceding one. These lines though, are ones that I like, that may spawn something at some point, but don't quite have a place right now.  Eventually they'll all get strung together to form a story. But for now, in the spirit of actually WRITING something instead of just posting, for you're reading pleasure here is something that I will write using one of the above lines.

It was at once perfectly descriptive and told nothing at all. Sure, it was just a street sign but Robin Road could mean any number of things. Well, Jason amended his thought, it could mean any number of things. For one thing, it was definitely a road. He could see the houses lining the pavement and kids playing whiffle ball in the cul-de-sac at the end. But Robin? Why Robin Road? Bluejay Avenue was much more creative. Or Cardinal Lane. Robin Road felt a bit too generic to him.

So that's the beginning of something. I'm not quite sure what though. Obviously there's some quiet suburban life to destroy but how? Right now I'm thinking birds that guard genie lamps. And Jason will find one of course. I haven't decided whether or not the birds are going to like that yet. They will talk though. The birds I mean. They have to in a fantasy story. I mean come on. Did you really think that this would be a normal story?