I wrote this morning some dire prose.<\/p>\n
Dire it is. Honestly. Genuinely. Absolutely dire.<\/p>\n
I was on the train, I was bored, and I had my notepad with me.<\/p>\n
I had absolutely no thoughts in my mind at all.<\/p>\n
I decided I would write down words as they came to me.<\/p>\n
The sentence that emerged…<\/p>\n
“In late April, an unexpected snow fell.”<\/p>\n
I type that out, and it looks so normal. Certainly not dire.<\/p>\n
But it took whole minutes to form. For my hand to make the motion, for the pen to scratch the paper, leaving a trail of ink behind.<\/p>\n
Then a man appears. I wrote out: “He leaned on his…” but his… what<\/i>? Axe? Was he a lumberjack? Mallet? Was he building a fence? I couldn’t decide!<\/p>\n
A mallet, I decided. He leaned on his mallet. He looks into the sky, and silently watches as the snowflakes fall. He pauses as he builds his wooden fence.<\/p>\n
The man has a wife!<\/p>\n
This came as a shock to me. The snowfall would come as a shock to her. She’d planted flowers! Daffodils and marigolds.<\/p>\n
The writing rambled on, filling the front side of a piece of notebook paper. There was nothing interesting about what I wrote. It was aimless, purposeless. It wasn’t even a good sketch<\/i> of a scene. There were details, but they were all surface.<\/p>\n
I’ll be the first to admit that not every sentence I write is golden. This was a page of not-golden. I’ll probably never look at this page again. I’ll file it away, forget about it. For the best, I think.<\/p>\n
Such was how I spent St. Cedd’s Day. \ud83d\ude10<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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