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Shadow Puppet Storyteller

by Walkinbird 3 Jan 1892

Rated: 18+ · Book · Experience · #930577

Blog started in Jan 2005: 1st entries for Write in Every Genre. Then the REAL ME begins

It Hurts When I Stop Talking

Sometime in Fall of 1998, when a visit from Dad was infrequent, and primarily at the mercy of his 88 Toyota making the 50 mile journey, I was being treated to lunch. The restaurant was my choice, I think. Sisley Italian Kitchen at the Town Center mall was somewhere my dad had not yet tried, so that was my pick. Either I was being treated to the luxury of lunch and adult conversation without my husband and 5 year old son in tow, or that's just how the moment has lodged in my memory. The more I think about it, they probably were there, but enjoying the Italian food too much to bother interrupting.

Daddy and his lady friend at the time, Anne, came up together and made a day of it with me and the family. We were eating together and talking about some of my scripts, stories, coverages, poems and other creative attempts that really were not seeing the light of day. I think I'd just finished a group reading of The Artist's Way and was in a terribly frenetic mood over my writing. I think I'd just given them an entire rundown on a speculative Star Trek script.

My Dad asked me point blank, “Why don’t you write it?? Anne agreed. It sure sounded like I wanted to write it. Why wasn't I writing seriously? It's what I'd set out to do when earning my college degree in Broadcasting many years earlier.

Heck, I should, I agreed non-verbally.

“I will.”

But, I didn’t.

Blogs can be wild, unpredictable storehouses of moments, tangents, creative dervishes, if you will. I'm getting a firmer handle on my creative cycle. My mental compost heap (which is a catch phrase from Natalie Goldman or Julia Cameron - I can't think which, right now) finally seems to be allowing a fairly regular seepage of by-products. That may be a gross analogy, but I give myself credit to categorize my work in raw terms. It proves that I'm not so much the procrastinating perfectionist that I once was.

Still, I always seem to need prompts and motivation. Being a self-starter is the next step. My attempt to keep up in the Write in Every Genre Contest at the beginning of the year seemed like a perfect point to launch the blog.

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Walkinbird 3 Jan 1892

Jun 8, 2021 at 12:40pm
In response to "I may take my writing more seriously now that I'm unemployed"

Yesterday, June 7, I did finally send a slightly edited version of the letter to the email of the agency's Board President. And I don't expect to hear back, plus I think it is time to "box" any remaining thoughts over this past experience.

eyestar~*

Feb 16, 2020 at 7:56pm
In response to "An invitation to visit"

OH my gosh! I have not heard that Hello Mudda in forever. I think Nana used to have a recording. LOL How cool a comparison!.

Walkinbird 3 Jan 1892

Feb 13, 2020 at 6:25pm
In response to "The Crunch of Cold"

It's a year later and just as cold on MTA buses!

Walkinbird 3 Jan 1892

Jan 27, 2020 at 3:10pm
In response to "Love is the saber"

I used the closing statement, (people don't) "really care," and in returning to re-read this entry, I know that is too stark an assessment. I meant to indicate that the connection I thought I was making with others was not as piercing, not as profound, as I was feeling. And in a very true, circular-sense, I also have now seen The Last Ship performed. When the song that includes that reference to "Love is... (sword & shield)" it is emotionally satisfying that is is parsed in the staging and the direction so you experience the first part launched almost as insult by a man in pain: "Love is a sword!" And immediately, his wife responds in compassion, "Love is the shield...." So healing.

Prosperous Snow celebrating

Sep 3, 2019 at 10:25am
In response to "Harsh Realizations"

The shredded taco meat simile is fresh and it shows emotions. Could you use it as a starting point in a story.

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Walkinbird 3 Jan 1892

Dec 7, 2016 at 8:21pm
In response to "Shorthand ed"

I additionally had a morning thought (view of a possible future) where students would no longer be taught the finer points of crafting a five-paragraph essay, and instead would be challenged to write effective Tweets.

Walkinbird 3 Jan 1892

Oct 8, 2016 at 10:17am
In response to "Obsessions"

Having been away from my blog all Summer, it is interesting to come back and read this. I note that I did write about 2500 word erotic story tied to my initial story idea mentioned here. Yet, I did not use my straight-forward story device of the hand-inked letters. I forgot about that idea, but I may have to revisit that.

BTW

STATIC

Emily, as only he saw her

(18+)
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#2089063 by Walkinbird 3 Jan 1892

and entries 12-15 in Erotica practice; House of Sensual Prose

Nada

Apr 9, 2016 at 5:21pm
In response to "A fool rushes in where angels fear to tread"

A prison of choice. I am in a prison too, yet not by MY choice, but rather another person, who isn't even aware it WAS a choice. I never watch prison shows. I will tell you a person who wishes to be educated will find a way, though not always to our liking.

Nada

Dec 19, 2015 at 2:58pm
In response to "Let C.P. stand for..."

CP could stand for Certainly Polite.

ruwth

May 31, 2015 at 9:54pm
In response to "Title, title is everything"

I want an audience, too.

Now, if I could just find MY audience, I would be delighted!

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