Posts

Showing posts from March, 2014
That moment before sleep
 I find myself making up stories.  
Characters and ideas.  Dialogue. Small sparks of something.   A story made of dragging feet across carpet,
touching a door knob.  Balloon rubbed on hair and sweater.  And that quickly the story is gone.   I wake to find that my story has lulled me to sleep. A toddler's desire.  A writer's anguish. 
This story will never be written.   Undefined characters. No story-lines.   No arc..   No real conclusion.
 A tragedy.