On occasion, ideas for stories will steal my sleep. Sadly, most of those never get written. Putting ideas in written form is not a talent I possess. I still try. The reason is, I must get some of this imagination out or I will never sleep.
(more) I wrote a story in high-school Lit. that I thought was an awesome idea.
One man left on earth. Overcome by his isolation, he decides to take his own life by jumping from a tall building.
It concludes...As he is falling to his death, he hears a phone ring.
There was more to it. But, do you get it?
I got an 'F'.
A writer is not graded/judged only on imagination. One must know how to punctuate, use correct grammar...thanks to spell check, spelling correctly is covered. Things like, "Never end a sentence in a preposition." And...ummm...uh...Know bigger words.
Ya know that kinda' stuff.
I read my stories over. I Edit them. Re-read them. Correct them. Re-read. I Edit/correct again. Thinking it is done and utterly fantastic, I give it to someone to read (or hit publish). Days later I read my "work" for the umpteenth time... Error after error punches me in the face. Not only that, the story sucks. I feel sick. Frustrated, I throw it away or delete it completely.
I want to give up on this hobby! I seriously need to throw in the towel! I'm making a fool out of myself.
Then I am sleepless again with this wonderful idea for a story. My mind races. I must write. This one will be perfect.
So I think anyway.
Well... If only I had your talent.
Now, my friend, I must go. I just re-read some of my 'crap'. I have some deleting to do.(less)
Holding hands, sitting next to each other on the bench, I could tell the old couple were a forever sort of thing. They probably met in their youth, played in the sandbox together, ate cookies and milk. They probably struggled through puberty together. I bet the first awkward admissions of(more) love tasted sweet on their tongues.
They stand together, as one. They probably felt that click in their soul when they first met, when you meet somebody and the only thing you feel is your pounding heart and the only thing you think is 'this is it.' They probably went through the college experience together. I bet that's when they got married.
The old couple walk down the pavement. They've probably been living like this for years, with a remarkable symbiosis. They probably know what each other is going to order at the restaurant and make each other's tea or coffee. I could tell it was an always sort of thing with these two, the way they worked together and communicated. It was obvious.(less)
The way it is now
isn't the way it was meant to be
doesn't make any sense
and sure doesn't keep me warm at night
(more) although the thought of you brings a certain heat
and my heart races when my memory goes there
it was always meant to be
you told me that yourself though I didn't believe you
I do now though
you broke down my walls against my will
and I thanked you for it afterwards
hard as I tried I couldn't wish you away
even when I pretended it was a possibility
my mind played tricks on me
then laughed at my own confusion
but nothing beats the brightness of your smile
so I always slide back
waiting patient on the sidelines
when you see the attic light on
you'll know the coast is clear
but just remember,
you taught me well
It was always raining, against the window that is. The droplets made little pings and formed a rhythm as they danced along the surface of the glass. I watched in wonder as they cascaded down in rivulets and formed little streams.
My favorite past-time was to stare fixated at(more) a raindrop and watch as it slowly made it's way down getting bigger and faster only to merge with the bigger droplets.
I'm stuck in LA now and the rain is less common, after having been in tune to the rain for so long I have developed that special sense whenever rain is coming. The air smells cleaner, sharper, more earthly and the smell of ozone. I run out of my apartment and greet those rain drops, maybe do a little dance?
It's always sunny now, occasionally there will be the sudden draft of wind or maybe I get a day when it's overcast.