Sitting in the near empty room made me think of my parents' bedroom back at home. A couple of weeks ago my parents received a mysterious phone call from somewhere in Australia. My parents immediately started packing, and forty eight hours later, they were on a first class flight to Australia. They couldn't take me with them, so here I am at my aunt's house. Aunt Kaley lives alone because of the recent death of Uncle Mike. He died from a heart attack in his late forties. The doctors don't know how it happened so early, but it did. Aunt Kaley still hasn't gotten over his death. And I wouldn't expect her to either. She loved Uncle Mike more than life itself. Anyways, here I am in the navy blue guest room. All that's in here is a queen size bed, a gray dresser, and a small night side table. My small suitcase sits at the foot of the bed along with a worn stuffed frog. Mom and Dad bought it for me when I was younger. His yellow crown that Mom made for him is falling off, and one of his eyes is missing. His name is Flopsy, and I can't remember a moment without him.
I have so many introductions to books that I'm never gonna finish tucked away in a drawer. See, I love writing the beginning, but I never know what to do with the rest. Last night I was really bored, but it felt to early to go to bed. So I pulled out my steno pad and a pencil and started writing. Ta-da!
I think that's a really good idea.
ReplyDeleteStephen King has mentioned before that sometimes a scene or a character will just pop into his head from nowhere, and he writes it down before he forgets. It might be years before it ever becomes part of a book, but it probably will, someday. If you ever read any Stephen King, you will find that his characters are extremely vivid, even characters that are only in his books for a page or two. I think maybe it's because of his trapping them on paper before they escape his imagination.