I thought of my story as the pale sun shone brightly in the morning sky. Five minutes to catch the train - make haste, mustn’t be late - and by the time I am secured within a sea of people on my carriage my thoughts have fragmented into the nitty gritty – too crowded, too squashed, too sunlight-right-in-my-eyes, too loud second-hand music, too much.
I thought of my story at lunchtime as I stepped onto rain slick streets on the search for a salad. Only thirty minutes today, there’s a meeting this afternoon - make haste, mustn’t be late – and by the time I am back at my desk my thoughts have fragmented into the nitty gritty – too peppery, too chewy, too meeting-very-soon, too where’s my pen, too let’s-read-through-this-first, too much.
I thought of my story as the tube carriage rattled past stations alive with the evening rush. Ten minutes to catch the connecting train – make haste, mustn’t be late – and by the time I am on the last leg of my journey my thoughts have fragmented into the nitty gritty – too crowded, too hot, too can-I-reach-the-free-paper, too let’s-listen-to-music, too hungry, too much.
I thought of my story before I turned off the light. Best go to sleep now or I’ll never get up at 6.30 – make haste, mustn’t be late – but the story doesn’t go away when I close my eyes. It’s there all the time. Hopefully it will still be there when I have time to pay it full attention again. I don’t want it to ever go silent.
2 comments:
beautiful post- you really are very good! i so often feel like this... and although i can always keep track of my main story I do lose some little ideas for other ones sometimes
Aw thanks! *blushes*
Yes - the main story seems a constant, and then little ideas float in and out of that, as thin as gossamer, and if I don't concentrate on them hard enough they disappear back to where-ever they came from. Sometimes I will write a scrap of an idea 'and it was the cat!' and then later I will look at it and wonder what on earth I was thinking.
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