... The lunatic on our grass would be danged hard to see. It's been weeks since I cut it ...
April 26, 1999
6:00 a.m.
Lisa (the writer and friend, not the copy editor and wife) was in town this weekend for the Dark Side of the PlotFest. Well, Lisa (the copy editor and wife) was in town, too, but that's not really news, you know! This morning is dedicated to cleaning up the process of the weekend--both physically, and mentally. We started Friday by watching The Wizard of Oz, and using Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon as the soundtrack--hence the Dark Side of the PlotFest. Catchy, eh? If you haven't done this ever, you owe it to yourself to give it a try. Saturday morning, we started the PlotFest. Rather than plotting several stories and writing one like we did last year, we took the approach of idea generation: generate idea, write story. Simple as that. I wrote one story, and did one sketchy outline of something that might someday be a story if I wrangle it down a little more. Lisa wrote a pair of stories, both pretty well fleshed out. Not that I'm jealous or anything. :) Lisa, and Lisa, and I talked a lot. And Lisa (the writer) and I talked even more Saturday night and into Sunday morning. Part of my Sunday story's lethargy I'm sure has to do with being tired and out of my cycle--but it's a poor writer that blames his environment.   So this morning, I'm cleaning up--more inside my mind than anything else. I have a story I must write. But the Satuday noght conversation has my brain wandering to another tale, one that I wrote as a short novellet some time ago. It's my daughter's favorite story of mine, yet I have never sent it anywhere because it never felt done. And I'm thinking, You know, that could make a great novel. Have a good day.  Daily Persistence is © Ron Collins |
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"Tell us, master, what is art?" "Do you want the philosopher's answer? Or are you seeking the opinion of those wealthy folk who decorate their rooms with my pictures? Or again, do you want to know what the bleating herd think of it, as the praise or denigrate my work in speech or written word?" "No, master--what is your own answer?" After a few moments Apollonius declared, " If I see, or hear, or feel anything that another man has done or made, if in this track that he has left I can perceive a person, his understanding, his desires, his longings. his struggles--that, to me, is art." I. Gall, Theories of Art Found in an idea hunt this weekend. |
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