After
being dormant for so long, it seems there is a plethora of things and
themes and subjects to write about. I want to pursue fiction, but am
not sure I'm all that creative. When I was in high school, I
was trying to write a piece of music and the best I could come up
with was “meh”. One of our Composition teachers had an ABSOLUTELY
FOOLPROOF METHOD for writing the perfect melody and we hastily got to
work.
We
sat side-by-side on the piano bench and blocked out some chords and
then carefully picked out the notes, according to Mr. Hathaway's
method. I put them all together and then added some rhythm and
syncopation in the melody. It looked beautiful on paper. It rose and
fell and died away and came to a beautiful conclusion. I eagerly
played in on the piano and looked at Mr. Hathaway. We both looked at
one another for a minute. Then, we busted up. “That's horrible!”,
he said. I agreed. I'm no composer, although I can INTERPRET music
beautifully and make it my own, so, using that as my guideline, I am not sure that I can create
fiction.
I'm
a hell of rhetorical writer and great with historical events and
dissecting things and analysis, but I'm not sure that I can cobble
things up out of whole cloth. I've dipped my toes into some flash
fiction which is fun and I think I need to continue in that vein and
then go from there.
Anyway,
I see that my shambolic life has leaked into my blog. What was to
have been a post just about where I had been and what I was not doing
all of this time and ending with my crap-tastic fall that garnered me
a broken left hip, has somehow confused the #IWSG gang. (See previous post.) THIS is the
#IWSG post, ha. Oh well. I do things like this all the time. I had
entered “#IWSG” in the title and of course, Blogger helpfully
remembered it for me. Gah. Anyway, happy IWSG'ing everyone! I do hope
you're all looking forward to the Holiday season. I certainly am!
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