I will listen… #ThursThreads – Tying Tales Together – Week 195

Peregrine HeathcoteIt comes back at this time of the year: longing for open spaces, a different sky, another light in the morning… So we argue about where, and when, and for how long: not a severe argument, I’m willing to listen, and you have the grace to hear my reasons. But it won’t end for sometime, perhaps not even before the new year.

For we are travellers in a hurry, to discover, and also to retrace our steps, in equal measures. By now the range of possibilities is hardly finite. I lean toward the East, and you to the South. Evidently the West and the North haven’t lost anything yet.

Maps litter the room, photos of unforgettable places, mementoes of love in strange places…

We look at each other, and laugh. No chess game this is, more like a battle field!

New project, another city #amwriting

We look at the maps, we search for the ideal nest – a place where to love and write… So we are in planning mood, drawing budgets, counting miles, making lists. Much to do in-between, we don’t want time to fly too quickly.

We want to walk along those streets, retracing our steps, pausing at the corner where memories linger. For in that city our souls roam, unwilling to depart: the summer of our discovery. We shall go back, for a few short months, retrieving our youth, opposing the onslaught of winter.

Edit, Rewrite, or… Scrap: #Writer’s dilemma #amwriting

SentinelI know this work is far from being completed, let alone publishable. Friends have, politely, ignored invites to comment, always a bad sign… Yet I am reluctant to scrap, while accepting that making this good would require a lot of effort, probably more so than it took to scribble in the first place.

What hope is there of turning this into a cohesive, structured, readable THING? The structure is like straw in the wind, and I am not convinced it ever was readable as a story. There are good intervals, and those are rarely followed by a consistent development: it’s all very fuzzy.

I have asked the characters, and some of them are willing to help, all in different ways. One suggests making his part the central narrative! Evidently a biased view. Another to tell the tale backwards, with flashbacks. Who knows? I like the characters, even the unruly ones. But the story? I know how it started, how it meandered… to end nowhere, in a confusion of styles, hesitating between futurist, nostalgic or plainly erratic!

So, the question remains, what is there to do? Edit? Rewrite? Or scrap. Plenty of new ideas, plenty of possible projects… Reusing the material – some 100k or thereabout – is tempting, perhaps in an entirely new context.

Pain #WritersWednesday #fifty

Barbara Kapelle, Wengen, La ValleImmobile, his thoughts a long, grey meandering: pain boosts his melancholy – a writer’s block in reverse… For there is much new to express, and so many ways to exercise style!

For sitting is now a torture, slow and methodical, preventing art for art, but still imagining  horizons ready for discovery.

Image: Chapel of Saint Barbara, Wengen (La Valle), Alta Badia, South-Tyrol ©Honoré Dupuis

I had to do it, but I am sorry (sort of) #amwriting

Samurai by Baron Raimund von Stillfried, 1875I am sorry, but really, I had to do it. I know, you’re unlikely to pardon me soon. For a writer to kill one of his most cherished characters, is, well, close to a crime, even if not uncommon. Think of Conan Doyle, having poor Sherlock fall off the cliff, for example.

We lived together a long time, more than five years, I think: and of course, longer than this, if one recalls the antecedents, the sketches, the short flash fiction, and some early tries. I highjacked your Facebook page, for the sake of literature, you understand, but still, it was not a friendly move! Then I lusted after your wife, I admit, even considered something worse, but dropped the idea in favour of turning her into a seductive, beautiful lesbian – and such an attractive one at that, that none of my female characters could resist her charm. So, you had reasons to be a little annoyed at me, even before the final outrage.

What made me do it? I think the reasons are deep in the psyche of this apprentice writer. First, I grew a little tired of all the attention you were getting, even when your actions did not warranty it. A kind of mellow jealousy perhaps, as from a father, getting agitated at the number of gorgeous girls his son keeps bringing home? We will not delve in this analogy. Second, to be honest with you, I needed a change: you were centrepiece for far too long. Every attempt at diversity, in the literary sense, was thwarted by your resistance, your obstinacy at being in the centre of everything. Egotism, that is what it was: you became cumbersome, obstructive, calamitous.

There is a third reason, one which relates more to the writer than the character. I wanted to do something different, and in order to succeed, I needed a blank sheet, a new face, in one word, a different life to play with. So, I apologise for a harsh decision. Who knows, I may have to come back to you, sometime. I am already aware of a plot, by some of your female partners, to make you indispensable, again. Perish the thought.

Image: Samurai by Baron Raimund von Stillfried, 1875 (source: Wikipedia)

#VisDare 89: Aware

AwareThese days, he rarely visited the old town: he wanted to forget the ghosts, even if he sometimes missed the tortuous streets, the medieval houses, the narrow lanes at the back of secret and overgrown gardens…

But today, he wanted to go back, to smell the ancient timber, admire once again the tortured roofs, and those long gone courtyards.

There, near the templar church, in one corner, he knew he would meet her again, the cloudy shadow of a timeless beauty… and those eyes…

#DailyPost: Undo

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Undo.”

Slava Fokk“This is the one event I’d erase,” you said without hesitation, “Just think about it, that was the source of all maledictions. Before then, there was a chance, for millions of people there, and across the world. After that, wars, genocides, persecutions… All the way right up to now. Just think…”

Indeed this left me in deep thoughts. A chance to reclaim the planet, peace, a world without fear? Or all that would have happened anyway… Were we doomed to failure?

“I see you’re meandering again. The case is clear though: whether you look at what happened to the rightful owners of the land, or to people in Africa, or to the world as is now, the threat of annihilation… Just think.”

Would it have been that simple, would it have been enough, to stop Columbus on his track, to wreck the fleet, to send him and his henchmen down deep to the bottom of the sea? To keep our misery here, where it belonged…