Tuesday, March 12, 2013

I think of important things!!!! When I am not busy.

 So the guy keeps telling me, "Write!" Of course, you see, about what becomes the question when there is truly nothing happening, being that starkly dull time of year when winter will not loosen it's grip and Spring is illusionary.
" I have nothing/"
"Oh, oh, you have plenty of that!  Write about it!"
But somehow I thought that if I really did have plenty of nothing, that really didn't leave much to write about.  It is hard to make something out of nothing.  Fox News does it all the time....but mostly they make nothing out of nothing which is entirely a different matter altogether.  I could write a TV show about basically nothing, but Seinfeld has laid claim to that.  How about a play?  " Much Ado About Nothing.?  Now that sounds like a really slick title and I will do IT!  Maybe have it take place somewhere in Italyl
In the meantime........I decided to write a great America Novel......only...cheat.  See I figure if I just steal the last sentience from each chapeter of a great book.....why gosh, I would be on my way to ACTUALLY writing something....lemmee try it, see how it works....

Little Jackie made it stick, all right.
He was right about that.
They inspired confidence.
The parcel, unopened, traveled around with him from unfurnished room to furnished room to the apartment where he lived for awhile with his beautiful wife Lois until the time came when he just walked out the door and didn't ocme back; to other furnished rooms and hotel rooms, to a big squarish parcel with the brown paper turning to yellow and the cords sagging and the name Jack Burden slowly fading.
And we love truth.
For, looking at me, she slowly nodded.
If we believe the dreams we dream when we go there.
And the winter had been long.
It had beenthe funeral of Adam Stanton,down at Burden's Landing.
But that will be a long time from now, and soon now we shall go out of the house and go into the convulsion of  the world, out of history into history and the awful responsibility of Time.

...well, so much for that idea.  At least it made me think, even just a little.  It did remind me of a Blog I used to read a few years back.  The guy's real name was Al Weisel and he wrote under the name, Jon Swift.  Al died unexpectedly about three years ago...it was just a wonderful little thing, well crafted, satirical and witty...and everything he wrote seemed so full of, well, something.  I wish I could write like he did.

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