Greetings all and I trust all is well with everyone. Time now to express some deep gratitude to Anna, Marion, Jo, Shilpa, Edward Lee Poetry(Twitter), Anonymous (Twitter) and anyone who deigned to read my thoughts. It's great you take the time to comment, share, love, like and of course read my musings.
Today I was pondering on what words to craft together for a piece of flash fiction. First step was to have a look at my Duotrope newsletter and see who's looking for pieces. One was a survival horror video game type story along the lines of Silent Hill. Now, I know I can certainly wander into this territory but not really feeling it to be honest. Another publication looking for work piqued my interest (Wizards in Space) but still not calling out at this time. In the end I ended up working on a little tale for Outlook Ocean. I liked the vibe of what they're looking for but hadn't a clue where on earth the tale would lead.
So, there I sat in thought and loaded up my music to write on you tube and let the words flow. The tale brought me to the inside of a dilapidated old church with one man inside and then he went into a deep prayer. Then the magic happened and the tale started to flow. It's not quite finished yet but not far off and the result was a nice surprise. Hopefully it will be what they're looking for but if not I shall find a home for it somewhere. You can't beat a bit of creative expression.
The last few days have been rather splendid with some meditations, development and teaching Reiki too. To be working with that energy always brings joy and when we bring it into our lives the results can be rather splendid. Bring forth your energy and let it flow without expectation, obligation or judgement and find the true you. Sounds easy doesn't it? Ah, but there in lies the challenge for you all to ponder.
I do feel the chords of creativity calling quite loudly today and my muse is a fickle beast who does need to be kept in entertainment for she may just flicker away in tireless ennui. So my dear muse, you wish to produce something here and now do you? Very well, over to you and everyone reading, I have no idea of the words that are about to spew from the end of my fingertips...
Breathless. One lung full, the other, well full of stuff but not much air. Darn cold. In both temperature and a perfidious bug that refuses to shift. Mayhaps some herbal tea may be the tonic but I doubt it.
Totter to the kettle, fill with water and wait. A broth boiling like a Yellowstone spring sears my upper lip when I look to sip it. Silly man. Steaming water entering one's gullet is not going to clear the copious amounts of gruesome phlegm is it?
Let's sit, get a book. The words pour forth into my bleary brain. You ever get the sense of reading and not quite understanding? Yep that's me right now. My thoughts are shrouded with a ephemeral plaque that could certainly do with a blast of minty revelation. Maybe I could write something. I grab a notelet, put my name down and the pencil then just taps on the spot like an S.O.S to me.
It's not just the fog. It's the lethargy. The compunction to do zero growing ever larger and I can't even whistle singing in the rain because of these butchered air filters. I wonder if now would be a perfect time to start smoking? I mean, I tried it once when I was a sprog and didn't much go for it. Who the hell want's to stick burning ash down their airways and invite in dirty skin? But right now, I'm not thinking straight and it might just give me something else to think about. Shame I can't afford it though.
I glance down at my pad. Oh, some words. They don't make much sense. Just says, be bop a lulu a no no. I have to say my thoughts are weird. Am I going to start dancing and singing such a foolish notion. Of course not as I can barely stand and even talk. Let's look at Netflix. Punch numbers on the remote. Well, if I want some Korean horror I'm in luck but really, nothing there at all. Why do I pay for this?
I switch it off. Nothing. Just nothing happening for me right now and I am in some kind of recovery mode or perhaps not. Perhaps, I'm shutting down. Tell you what, let's find out. I close my eyes and hold my breath and wait for the next one. And wait. And wait...infinitum.
And there we are everyone, today's pure rambling meanderings through some odd vent in the creative mind come to an end. Ask yourself this, where will your muse take you today? It's time to bid you all adieu and and if you like these quirky anecdotes, do feel free to let your friends now and let them make their presence felt as I will always look to give you a guys a mention of gratitude. Love you all and remember everyone, keep reading
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