As of today, I am still in the “in process” mode for my submission into Glimmertrain. There are two weeks left until the announcement.
I finished the second novella in Elie Wiesel’s trilogy, and tonight, I am beginning, “Day” his final novella (once titled The Accident). I’m returning to short story readings next, beginning with a collection of short stories by Truman Capote. It is amazing to me that I have never read, Breakfast at Tiffany’s. I had loved the film, I would have thought I’d have picked up the story by now.
I’m moving slowly through Goldberg’s Wild Mind, mainly because I don’t feel the need to rush. There are not many exercises, it is more an inspiration to write book, but I’m doing another series of ten minute writes. My assignment, is to write a ten minute write, everyday for ten days, but I am not too look at what I have written until the ten days have past. Goldberg’s theory on this is that as writers we need to have some distance from our writing to really free up our thoughts because our critique or monkey mind tends to gab away even as we are writing. This of course can cause you to not fully let go and explore the landscape of your mind. In theory, with time we can sometimes forget that we even wrote a certain piece.
Funny thing is, the piece I am posting today is something I wrote some time ago. I can’t remember when or even what inspired it. I also have no idea what I will end up doing with it in the future.
It has no title as most of my rambled notes, and practices do not have titles.
Heat caused the air to ripple and the sun, like an orange orb, moved across, and swallowed the blue of the sky, in order to pass the time. God is a child playing soldiers with dolls, spinning his globe like a wooden top and he is growing tired of his toys, and wants something more. They are broken.
Life, it’s a simple painting on blue canvas. The heat is still rippling.