I have been uncomfortable calling myself a “writer”. I guess calling myself a writer has sounded a little….. pretentious to me? I don’t know. But I do know this: I write a lot, and as my stacks of journals from age 8 and on attest to, I’ve always written a lot.
For a long time, I’ve thought it would be really fun to write a book about things factual – stories from my decade living in Asia, my years in the Pacific. Our current trip down the Pan Am. That sort of thing. I never much thought of fiction.
But I started reading Stephen King’s memoir on writing. It’s pretty fabulous. Say what you will about the guy, but he can be an amazing writer. The Dark Tower series? Whoah. Genius.
In his memoir, he was talking about fiction and the way that stories flow. It was captivating to me, I set the book aside and just sat there for a spell, letting my imagination go. It was incredibly liberating, just letting a story – anything I wanted! – unfold in my head. Have you ever tried that? Just started with a single strand of a story in your head and let it roll – just roll and roll and roll – unwinding in any way you find interesting.
I don’t know if I’ll ever actually write those made up stories, don’t know if I’ll ever be in that space where it can happen.
But if I did have the chance to, I know I’d enjoy making up a story about this house:
can you see it? The roses growing in the window? The house is being overtaken by ROSES, from the inside, out
Holy mother but WOW.
Right? I mean, talk about a bonfire under your imagination!
the yard. Brambles and an old water pump.
I find it almost unbearable.
Cemeteries. Wonderful places.
– Why did we stop doing that?
I love walking around cemeteries and wondering about everyone who is there. I suppose that sounds awfully morbid – I mean it more as a celebration of the lives of those that have passed on than anything.
It’s a mix of logger (- my great-grandfather was buried there after a redwood fell on him and killed him), Native American (- this area has a very large Native American population) and just plain ole’ small town America.
Back to writing: this is a place that I find highly tantalizing too. So many stories. So many, many stories are there in the true lives of those that have gone, and so many possibilities in the telling of these stories that we know so little of.
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