School is keeping my very busy these days. The writing class is by far my favorite, but the only problem is that now stories run not stop in my mind all the time.
I think about all the driving I have done. Mostly the roadtrips I have been thinking about lately have me driving across Kansas or through Texas......long drives through areas that really are some place. Places I thought before were just obstructions on the map, places that could drop away and the gaps close, more closer together and fuse a new state line. But I think I like they way they are....they offer adventure and stories. Amarillo.....there are songs written about this place, from my experience I am not sure why, but I was just passing through and now I have a story about, just like that. I do plan on writing some of these stories. These places have painted themselves into my brain and I have to write about them, it doesn't feel like a choice. But I think I will enjoy the doing it, learning the story as I write it.
Speaking of stories....................
25 Days until the start of Iditarod 2005
A girl wading through the world with eyes wide open.
2 comments:
You only ever learn a story as you write it, Lisa. We make it up as we go along. It's only by driving down the road that you figure out where it goes....
Thanks for the encouraging words......the world is a sense of wonder to me everyday. Stories come by the dozen, okay maybe not dozen but I do believe that everyday and every moment has a story.
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