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Friday, January 31, 2014
SEQUEL to "Falling Over the Finish Line" (Actual title TBD) - Sample Chapters!
Even though it doesn't have a title yet, the sequel to Falling Over the Finish Line is almost completely written. Here are two sample chapters, which will be subject to further editing, but I wanted to share a small portion of the work in progress with all of you who have been so supportive. Thank you so much! I look forward to any notes or feedback you have after reading them.
Also, SPOILER ALERT: Don't read the following sample chapters if you have not yet read Falling Over the Finish Line.
Gloria
“Earl! Earl, come quick!”
Gloria felt another sharp cramp in
her stomach. Everything in her body tightened and she started to panic.
“Gloria, what is it? What’s the
matter with you. Why are you yelling like that? Holy crap on a stick! What the
hell is that?”
Gloria looked down at the mess on
the floor and then quickly looked up at Earl. “Don’t you dare faint!”
“I
ain’t gonna faint Gloria, but… but… did you piss yourself?”
“Earl,
it’s happening. My water broke. I think it’s time.”
“You mean you’re gonna have the
baby? Now? Here? But Ben ain’t here. I thought the baby wasn’t coming for
another two weeks. Gloria, you gotta at least wait until Ben gets home!”
“Earl, I can’t just wait! You have
to drive me to the hospital!”
“How
am I supposed to do that? Ben has the truck and he’s over at Churchill Downs
for the races.”
“I
forgot. We’ll have to borrow Jack’s car. Go and check to see if the keys are in
it. And quick call Ed Maxon and tell him to go to Churchill and find Ben.”
“Well,
which do you want me to do first?”
“Check
for the keys. Then call Ed. Tell Ed to let Ben know that I’m in labor and to
get to the hospital.”
As Earl ran out the front door, Gloria
picked up her hand bag and started to make her way to the door, but stopped
just two feet shy of it as another contraction snuck up on her. She leaned over
and braced herself on the couch’s armrest. As the contraction subsided, she was
able to sit on the couch. Earl came running back into the house.
“The keys are in the car. Gloria,
don’t go pissin yourself on the couch next! That’s where I take my naps!”
Gloria was losing her patience and
as the next contraction started to come over her, her voice grew louder. “Earl,
go call Ed!”
Earl ran into the kitchen in a
panic. Gloria tried to listen to what was going on, but Earl wasn’t saying
anything.
“Earl, what are you doing? Are you
calling Ed?”
“Gloria, I’m calling, but he ain’t
picking up the phone!”
“Try
calling Mr. Quincy!”
Gloria held her stomach and tried to
stand up again. For the past month she felt so big that when she stood for too
long she feared her legs would give out. She decided to stay on the couch until
Earl came back out to help her.
“Gloria, he ain’t pickin up
neither!” Earl came through the swinging kitchen door; walked through the
dining room and into the living room. Gloria was sitting and waiting for the
next contraction to come.
“Earl, could you hand me one of
those sheets of paper on the desk over there and a pen?”
Gloria quickly scribbled a note to
Ben telling him she was going to the hospital to have the baby. He would see it
if he arrived home before Earl could get word to him. Then Earl ran over and
helped her as she slowly and carefully stood up from the couch.
Earl helped her out to the car and
got her into the passenger seat just as another contraction started. Earl
climbed into the driver’s side and started the ignition. Within a few seconds
he was pulling out of the dirt driveway onto the small back road.
“Earl, I’m scared.”
“Gloria, there ain’t nothing to be
scared of. You and me, we’ve seen lots of births before, there’s nothing to
it.”
“They were horses! I’m not a mare
giving birth to a foal!”
“Well, I reckon it ain’t much
different!”
“It is to different that’s why you
have to get me to the hospital!”
“Don’t yell at me. I’m drivin as
fast as I can!”
“I’m sorry.”
After a few seconds of silence, Earl
mumbled, “The mares don’t go yelling at everybody neither.”
Gloria rested her elbow on the
passenger’s door of the truck and leaned over to let the warm air blow in her
face as she closed her eyes and rubbed her forehead. It was unseasonably warm
for the fall, but Gloria leaned on the door and enjoyed the feel of the breeze.
She tried to let her mind wander to distract herself from the pain and then the
frustration.
She loved her cousin Earl, but the
pain was making her easily aggravated. He had been her best friend ever since
her parents took him in. Eight years ago Earl’s parents died and he came to
live on Gloria’s parents’ farm. Her father, who was the most prestigious man in
horse racing at that time, gave Earl a job as a stable boy and had him live in
the small shack-like house next to the stable.
It was fitting that the house was
used as slaves’ quarters in the early eighteen hundreds, since that’s how Gloria’s
father treated him. Earl never questioned it though. He didn’t know any better
and was thankful to have somewhere to live. Gloria knew that Earl was much
happier now though working for her husband Ben and living with them in their
house. He finally saw the proper way in which employees should be treated if
they worked as hard as he did.
1947 was a heck of a year up until
then. In the winter and spring, Gloria and Ben fell in love and got pregnant.
By late spring, just as the horse racing season was about to kick off, they had
a falling out with Gloria’s abusive parents, moved in together, and got
married.
Ben
became the biggest name in horse racing that year. He was the first horse owner
in history to run two horses in The Bluegrass Stakes. To top it all off, his
horses came in first and second place. However, winning throughout the rest of
the season wasn’t easy for Ben. He had an excellent showing at The Kentucky
Derby, but after that he struggled for the only wins he had.
Gloria
wondered if the immensity of everything that happened weighed on Ben. He was
under a lot of pressure all summer and it was going to build even more with The
Pimlico Futurity coming up. Gloria hoped that together they could get through
it like everything else as long as they had each other. And soon they would
have another member of the family.
The
pain in Gloria’s stomach brought her back to the present. All she could do was
hold her stomach and groan. She tried to breathe, but it was hard.
“Gloria, we’re gonna be there in a
few minutes. Are you alright?”
“Yes, but I’ll feel better when we
get there and when Ben gets there.”
“As soon as I get you inside and
settled, I’ll go myself and fetch Ben.”
“You don’t even have to wait until they
get me in a bed. Just take me inside and then get to Churchill Downs as quickly
as you can.”
Ben Reed
Ben watched the horses come around
the last turn. His horse Golden Girl was in third place. Ben’s faithful jockey,
Francis Quinlan was pushing her to break out of the pack as the horses began
their charge down the home stretch.
Jack shifted in his seat next to
Ben. “Do you think she’s got enough to catch Irish Luck?”
“He should have kept her on the
outside. I told him to keep her on the outside before the race started. She
might still have enough though.”
Ben watched as Golden Girl’s pace
quickened. She was gaining on Duchess in second place.
“She might be able to get in front
of Duchess. Come on, Golden Girl. That’s it.” Ben said under his breath.
Golden Girl moved up alongside of
Duchess who was only a head length in front of her with 400 yards to go. Then
with 200 yards to go they were neck and neck.
Their
heads bobbed next to each other in an opposing rhythm and they were both
gaining fast on Irish Luck in the lead. With 100 yards to go Golden Girl and
Duchess moved up to only a half length behind Irish Luck. It was going to be
close as they came down to the wire. Ben held his breath.
Suddenly the people around him started
to jump out of their seats as the horses were about to take their last strides
to the finish line. Everyone in the crowd either cheered in celebration or
yelled in frustration as Irish Luck crossed the finish line. A split second
later both Duchess and Golden Girl crossed the finish line at the same time
making it too close to tell who took second place.
Ben
watched the other four horses cross and then stood up from his seat. He began
making his way down to the track with Jack close behind him.
It was late September and the stands
were only sparsely filled. The crowd was the usual size, especially since it
wasn’t a graded stakes race day.
“I think she might have taken second
place. She still ran a good race, Mr. Reed.”
“Jack,
I told you before that you can call me Ben. You don’t have to call me Mr. Reed.
And you’re right. She ran a good race, especially since I wasn’t racing her for
the purse. I just need her to get competitive practice before November when I
run her in the Pimlico Futurity.”
“She’s
going to have some tough competition there. You think she can keep up with
those horses?”
“She’s
got the potential, but she’s going to need intense training until then. I’ve
been so focused on FlashbyBoy this season that I haven’t been training her as
hard as I should have.”
Ben
walked away from the grandstands and made his way toward the gate that led onto
the track. “Jack, can you go and pack the gear and the trailer while I get
Golden Girl?”
“Sure
thing, Mr… Uh, sure thing, Ben. We’re not going to stay for the other races?”
“I
probably should, but I need to get home to Gloria. She’s getting close to
having the baby and I don’t like being away from her for too long. Go ahead and
get everything ready.”
“Yep,
right away.”
Ben
watched as Jack went to do what he was told as always. He was a good kid and a
hard worker. Every day since Ben hired Jack, he became more sure that he made
the right decision. He needed the extra help. The stable had become too much
for only he and Earl to handle, even with Quinlan’s help.
He
needed to hire another trainer as well, but that would have to wait. It wasn’t
a lack of money holding him back. He did well for himself this past season,
even with everything that happened, but he was just too busy to find the right
person to help him train.
Jack
was a guy who just moved to town in the spring and was having a tough time
making ends meet. He had been going door to door to see if anyone needed any
handyman work to be done around their houses or on their farms. When he knocked
on Ben and Gloria’s door, not only did Ben’s heart go out to the poor kid, but
he also happened to need some help. He asked Jack to start first thing the
following morning.
Jack
was a kid after Ben’s own heart too. He was only two years younger than Ben if
even that much. Although for some reason he seemed so much younger to Ben.
Every morning Jack walked into the stable two steps behind Ben before the sun
came up. He drove to Reed’s Racing Stables every morning in his beat up little
car and parked it on the grass just off the side of the driveway.
Once
Ben asked Jack where he was from. He said he was from Arkansas, but wasn’t very
specific. He said he lived there with his mother until she kicked him out of the
house when he told her he was dropping out of high school. Ben wasn’t sure if
Jack could read very well, but the jobs Ben hired him for didn’t require
reading, so Ben couldn’t tell. And he knew it would be impolite to ask.
Ben
walked over and took Golden Girl’s reigns as one of the track workers walked
her through the gate. Ben stroked her head and praised her for a great run. Then
he looked up at Quinlan.
“What
happened? I thought you were going to keep her to the outside.”
Quinlan
was still catching his breath as sat up on the horse’s back. “I tried, but she
didn’t have a good start and I couldn’t find room to move over.”
Ben
thought he saw room for her to move to the outside a lot sooner than she did,
but he didn’t feel like arguing the point.
Then
the announcer’s voice came over the loud speaker.
“And
the winner of race number three is the number five horse, Irish Luck by two
lengths. In second place was the number four, Duchess. In third place was the
number two, Golden Girl. There are eighteen minutes to post for race number
four.”
Ben
tried not to be disappointed about Golden Girl coming in third place. Instead,
he stroked her head until the announcement was finished. Quinlan dismounted and
told Ben he was sorry.
“It’s
alright. She still ran a good race. She looked strong at the end too.”
“She
felt strong too.”
“Come
on, we’ll go help Jack get the equipment packed and get Golden Girl here into
her trailer.” Ben said as he led Golden Girl by the reigns in the direction of
the stables.
While
they were walking, Ben looked up thinking he heard his name being called in the
distance, but couldn’t see anyone in the sparse crowd looking at him or trying
to get his attention. He continued to walk Golden Girl.
“Ben!”
He knew he definitely heard someone calling him that time.
“Ben!
Over here!” Ben looked up and saw Earl waving his arms as he ran towards him.
Earl finally stopped in front of Ben out of breath. “Ben… I’ve been…looking…all
over…”
“Earl
catch your breath. Is everything alright? Is Gloria alright? Where is she?”
“I
took her…hospital…having the baby.” Earl said as he gasped in and out beginning
to catch her breath.
“She’s
already at the hospital?”
“I
took her there right after she peed on the floor.”
Ben
was confused. “She peed on the floor? Oh wait, you mean her water broke?”
“I
don’t know. But whatever she broke, I’m gonna have a hell of a time cleaning it
up when I get home.”
“Gloria’s
having the baby! Earl, I need you to do me a favor. You don’t even need to
worry about the mess.”
“Thank
goodness. Sure, anything.”
“I
need you and Quinlan to find Jack and help him pack up the horses and get them
home. He should already be getting everything ready.”
“He
is. I saw him when I first got here. He was the one who told me where you was.”
“Great.
You go help him get the horses and the gear home and then meet me at the
hospital. I’m going straight there right now.”
“Don’t
worry, Ben. I’ll take care of it. Don’t you worry.”
“Thanks Earl, I’ll see you soon.” Ben said as he
handed Earl Golden Girl’s reigns and ran in the direction of the closest exit.
Saturday, October 26, 2013
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Sunday, August 18, 2013
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Sample Chapters - Falling Over the Finish Line
Falling Over the Finish Line
(Sample - Chapters 6 & 7)
Chapter 6: Gloria
“What
in the hell took you so long?” Raymond shouted across the stable as Earl and
Gloria walked in. “Didn’t you bring Dr. Maxon?”
“He’s
right behind us, Uncle Ray. He’s just getting his things out of the truck.”
“Daddy,
why aren’t you in there with Shore? Is she ok?”
“Gloria,
I just looked in on her and the last time I checked, I don’t answer to you. You
need to learn how to hold your tongue. Now go back up to the house and get your
mother out of bed.”
“Ok,
but I’ll be right back and then I’m staying here until the foal is born.”
Gloria tried to sound defiant, but her father was intimidating and she knew
that she was only shortening his temper.
Ray’s
eyes fixed on hers with pupils resembling coals turning from black to red hot.
He walked over, grabbed her by the arm and pulled her out of the stable.
“Daddy,
stop. You’re hurting me!”
“Then
next time you remember your place and don’t you dare sass me like that again!
Now go back up to the house. I ain’t going to tell you again!”
Gloria
started to trek up to the house through the cold air. She knew she wouldn’t be
able to get her mother up this early. The sun had only just risen. It would be
a few hours at least before her mother got up.
Gloria
prepared some coffee and was finally able to wake up her mother around nine
o’clock. As her mother followed her downstairs, Gloria let her know that
ShoretoDream was in labor.
“Daddy
probably won’t come back up to the house until after the birth.”
“Is
Doctor Maxon out there too?”
“Yes,
he’s there.”
“In
a little while I’ll prepare some lunch for you to take out to them. If your
daddy had his way though, that horse would stay in labor for two and a half
more weeks.” Faye said as she poured a bit of whiskey in a mug before she
poured her coffee.
Having
paid close attention to the business of her family’s stable in past years,
Gloria knew why her father was so upset. He had taken a chance when he decided
to put ShoretoDream with King Duke to breed and it had probably cost him a lot
of money. ShoretoDream had already given birth to several foals. The last foal
she had given birth to was Snow Angel when she was bred with Fists of Fury. It
was a difficult birth for her and Gloria’s father had only been able to race
Snow Angel a handful of times.
Snow
Angel was a great runner, but he was the most temperamental horse her father
had ever had in his stable. He also got spooked very easily. When he was calm
though, he made the Earth spin a little faster underneath his hooves. He was
something. They named him Snow Angel because of his beautiful pale coloring
when he was born. As an adult his coat was a shiny silver color, so the name
was still very fitting.
“It’s
no wonder the foal is going to be born prematurely. It’s Daddy’s own fault.
Shore’s a champion racehorse, but she already had trouble with Snow Angel’s
birth. He took a chance breeding her again. He got greedy.”
“Gloria,
don’t you dare question your father! I won’t have it! Your father is a smart
man. He’s the reason you live in luxury and don’t you forget it.”
“Yes,
Ma’am.” Although Gloria knew she was right.
As
a young girl, every day after school and in the long daylight summer days, her
life was horses. She spent her childhood mucking out stables, brushing manes,
and learning everything she possibly could from her father, no matter how
reluctant he was for her to learn any of it. He was not only the sole owner of
Weldon Farms Stables, but he had also started and built the family’s farm from
the ground up. He had expanded the business so much that they had to move
several years ago from their small, modest house and farm into the mansion they
now occupied that sat on many acres of land. He was a very wise horseman,
businessman, and trainer.
Her
father and Doctor Maxon would be spending the day with ShoretoDream. Gloria had
chores to do, but she knew the horses needed their workouts as well. Since she
could walk, she followed her father watching him closely as he trained
thoroughbreds. He was one of the best in the business until the past two years.
Since the start of the season in 1944, the Weldons still had horses in the
Triple Crown races, but only a few had managed to place. What was worse was
that the Reeds had come in second place in the derby that past summer and were
ready for their first big win.
Faye
filled a coffee urn and put it on a matching silver tray with two coffee cups.
“Take this down to your father and Dr. Maxon. You do your chores and then you
come straight back up here to get their lunch and take it down to them.”
“Yes,
Ma’am.”
“I’m
going to finish sewing your dress this morning too, so you can try it on this
afternoon.”
“Thank
you.”
The
tray was heavy and Gloria had to concentrate on keeping it steady all of the
way down to the stable. She walked in and set it down on the desk in the office
where her father and Dr. Maxon were sitting.
“May
I pour you a cup of coffee, Dr. Maxon?”
“Please
don’t trouble yourself. I’ll have a cup in just a little while.”
Gloria
nodded and smiled to him as she poured her father a cup adding a touch of sweet
cream and a lump of sugar exactly the way he liked it.
“Here
you are, Daddy.”
Dr.
Maxon smiled, “Raymond, you and Faye are raising quite the proper young lady.
My compliments to you both.”
“Thanks,
Doc. I hope you and Wendy received your invitation to Gloria’s birthday party
this Saturday.”
“We
wouldn’t miss it for anything. It’s all anyone is talking about.”
“I
hope so. We’ve invited the most elite families from three counties, especially
the ones with eligible young sons. If we can have Gloria find a well-to-do
young man, we won’t have to waste money sending her to college.”
Gloria
couldn’t stand when her father spoke about her as if she wasn’t standing in the
room. She hated even more that instead of celebrating her birthday, her parents
were throwing her an elegant party to give themselves an opportunity to find a
rich son-in-law. She wouldn’t be surprised if there was an auction block in the
middle of their dining room for her to stand on all evening.
“I
have no doubt that Gloria won’t have any trouble finding a suitable young man.”
“Thank
you, Dr. Maxon. If you’ll please excuse me though, I have chores to start
before I bring out lunch.”
Gloria
wanted so much to ask Dr. Maxon about Shore’s progress that he must have seen
it written all over her face and also that she was holding back so as not to
upset her father. She was relieved when he offered the information without any
prompting before she left the office.
“Gloria,
you’ll be happy to know that ShoretoDream is doing very well. You will have a
new foal by supper time most likely.”
“Thank
you, Doctor Maxon.” She smiled. “I’m comforted in knowing she is in the very
capable hands of you and Daddy.”
Gloria
walked out of the office and let herself relax. Just those brief moments in the
office of acting so proper exhausted her. She wasn’t sure how she would survive
an entire party. Gloria stopped and thought for a moment. Her father was
preoccupied with Shore and her mother would be busy sewing her dress. She
decided that no one would notice if she didn’t go back up to the house or if
her chores didn’t get done that day. She went to the last stall by the doors of
the stable, furthest away from the office.
She
took the saddle off of the wall and started to put it on Snow Angel, but he
started to fight her from putting it on. She held his saddle and took him by
the reigns and led him as quietly as she could out of his stall and out of the
stable doors. She walked him around to the other side of Earl’s tiny house and
began to put his saddle on there. He didn’t seem to mind it as much after she
took him outside.
“What
are you doing?”
Gloria
spun around. “Earl, you nearly scared me half to death! And keep quiet,” she
whispered. “I’m taking Snow Angel for a walk out in the woods.”
“If
Uncle Ray finds out, he is going to ring your neck.”
“So
don’t tell him. He won’t notice we’re gone. We’ll only be an hour. If Sam or
any of the grooms come before we’re back, tell them not to say anything
either.”
“Don’t
wander too far. You know if Uncle Ray asks me anything that I’m no good at
lying to him.”
“I
have to be back in time to bring down lunch from the house, so I won’t go far.”
Gloria
had the saddle securely on Snow Angel, so she put her foot in the stirrup and
hopped up. She guided Snow Angel into the woods. She looked behind her and saw
Earl watching her with a worried look on his face. She smiled and winked at her
cousin to reassure him, but he just shook his head and got back to work.
Chapter 7: Ben
“Benjamin? Are you out here?”
“I’m
in the stable, Pop!” Ben called to his father.
“Do
you know where your brother is?”
“He’s
not in his bed? That’s where I saw him last. I was up before the sun this
morning, so I came straight out here to start today’s work.”
“Well
at least we know he came home last night.”
His father’s tone made Ben realize
that Pop was just as fed up with David’s escapades as he was. It relieved Ben a
little since his father usually made excuses for David. Ben had begun putting
the saddle on FlashbyBoy.
“Pop,
I’m saddling up Flash, but he doesn’t seem to want to run today. David pushed
him pretty hard yesterday. He ran him too hard in my opinion. I think you
should just let him walk and trot around today.”
At that point Ben heard the truck
pull up outside. The truck door slammed shut and David came walking briskly
through the double doors. “Morning, Pop. I found out that the Weldons’ horse
ShoretoDream is giving birth today. You know the one they matched with King
Duke? What everyone has been saying is right: Raymond Weldon is going to run
his farm into the ground. With this early birth, he doesn’t have a chance next
year.”
“If
the horse hasn’t even delivered yet, how could you possibly know that?”
“Oh
I uh… I overheard it in town. That’s where I went after I woke up this morning.
Ben, you make sure that horse is properly saddled today. It started to come
loose yesterday.”
Ben knew there had been nothing
wrong with the saddle, but David needed something to criticize him about in
front of their father. Ben started to respond, but Pop jumped in first.
“Flash is taking today off from
training.”
“Taking off? Pop, I’m the one who
has been training him and I know what he needs, not you. We have stakes races
to enter him in before The Bluegrass Stakes and the Derby. If he doesn’t run
well, we’re going to lose our shot at it.”
“I know you’ve been working hard on
training him, but boy don’t you forget who runs this farm. If you don’t want
your ass and your suitcase to be thrown out onto that dirt road at the end of
the driveway, then it will do you well to remember that.”
“Sorry, Pop. But we can’t let him
just stand in the stable all day.”
“Ben is taking him out today. After
you work out Golden Girl and Free Runner, get all these stables cleaned out.
I’m giving both FlashbyBoy and Ben the day off.” Pop walked away before David
could respond.
David glared at Ben. “Make sure you
get Golden Girl and Free Runner saddled before you take Flash out. And I don’t
care what Pop said, you run that horse today.”
“No problem.” Ben replied simply to
appease his brother.
“I mean it, Ben. That old man is
losing his senses when it comes to training horses.”
Ben and David heard Pop’s voice from
outside of the stable. “I haven’t lost a single sense, especially not my
hearing! And saddle up your own damn horses!”
David turned and walked into the
equipment room and Ben heard the loud bang of something being thrown at the
wall. He stroked Flash’s head to make sure the sound hadn’t bothered him and
then walked him out of the stall.
Ben mounted Flash and walked him out
of the stable. “Well Flash, we both have the day to ourselves. Let’s go for a
walk. You lead the way.”
They walked along the edge of the
woods that lined their farm. After about a half of a mile, Flash turned and
walked on the trail through the trees leading away from the property. Ben knew
where Flash was going. He wanted to walk through the woods because about
another mile through the trails was a clearing, a creek where Ben had walked
Flash to before. In the summer time, Ben would go there and swim at night to
cool off after a long day, but on that December morning, it was going to be
much too cold for that. He would just enjoy the beautiful view while Flash
wandered around and drank from the stream.
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Essay: Writing is My Mind Dreaming on Paper
Writing
is My Mind Dreaming on Paper
There
have been more times than I can remember when I woke up in the middle of the
night and had one of two reactions. The first, and more frequent reaction, is
that I wanted to try to fall back to sleep as fast as I could because I was
hoping that if I fell immediately back to sleep, I wouldn’t miss what was
continuing to happen in the pleasant dream I was having. It would pick up
exactly where it had left off and my subconscious could give me the mysterious
happy ending it was building towards. The second reaction would be one that was
panicked and would make me sit up in bed with my heart racing. I had woken up
just before something terrible was about to happen in a nightmare. But if I had
seen what happened next, it may not have been scary at all.
Whether I have pleasant reveries or intense nightmares, I
love to dream. The feeling of being totally out of control as to where and when
my mind will take me is exciting and anything is possible. For me, writing is
like dreaming. Both allow me to release all of my inner thoughts and let my
imagination run wild. When I lie down and fall asleep, and when I sit down and
start writing, the possibilities are endless.
This
is why a dreamless sleep is just as disappointing as not having the time to
write. If my mind doesn’t explore its farthest corners while I sleep, in the
morning with the feeling of refreshment also comes slight disappointment. What
had happened that I missed? What was it that I didn’t see? The same feeling of
loss and wasted time also overwhelms me if I look back over a period (a couple
days, a week, or even a month), during which I put nothing on a page. Sometimes
writer’s block can strike, I might be too tired, or I might just not have the
time to write. There are times when I justify not allowing myself to write
because I was working two jobs or my mind is constantly bombarded by school
work.
Other
times I look back and realize there was no excuse for that wasted period of
time. I often ask myself, why did I spend that time watching TV or playing
video games? Did I miss having ideas because I was being mindlessly
entertained? The answer to these questions isn’t as important as the fact that
I just wasn’t as happy doing those things as I usually am when I spend my time
writing.
There are many other ways in which dreaming and writing
are so similar within my mind. Dreams can have specific plot lines or series of
scenes, much like a piece of writing. They also may be flashes of images. In
our dreams, our minds don’t always work in a linear way. There is no direct, linear
relation between a ring worn on a finger and the ring of a telephone, but in a
dream two homophones can easily lead to one another. This can also happen in
writing. A technique for writing creative fiction is adding motifs to connect
ideas or communicate underlying themes of a story. For example, a ring is a
line connected to itself in a round or circular shape. An engagement ring is a
piece of jewelry that shows connection between two people who are committed to
one another. A telephone rings because one person is trying to connect with
another person verbally. The repetition of these things in a work of fiction
(if used affectively), can create a motif of connection.
Dreams
and writing are also similar because dreams can combine unrelated events,
people, or things I’ve encountered. This is how ideas come to me to write as
well. Often, like Stephen King (although I am not presumptuous enough to imply
that I am or ever will be a legendary writer like Stephen King), I have two
separate ideas or events that are combined and inspire a story. The ideas or
events could have been from experiences I had or things I observed. They may
even come from something I might have looked at one time, but didn’t really
see. No matter how the ideas came to me, I can’t explain why my brain decided
to present them to me at that point in time.
If I have a story idea that comes from two different things
I’ve experienced, what is it that makes me combine those two events, especially
if they are unrelated? For example, this past semester I wrote a creative
fiction story for another class about two rebellious teens that got in trouble
for drinking from an old bottle of brandy. It sounds like a boring story idea doesn’t
it? Rebellious teenagers, underage drinking…It’s been done! But then for some
reason I connected this event to the time of the Salem witch trials in
Massachusetts. It makes sense that the idea of starring rebellious teenagers in
my story came to me. A week prior to writing the story, my aunt told me that
she caught my little cousin drinking underage. I also love the city of Boston
and visited Massachusetts, but I was only there once and that was six years
ago.
What
was it that made me connect these two completely separate ideas? Why do two
unrelated things collide in my mind and jump start my imagination? Even if I
have a dream or writing idea that is completely fictional, where does that come from? I’m posing all of these
questions in this essay because I can’t answer them.
Some
of these questions could be answered if it was known how ideas come to be.
Neurologists can pinpoint the locations and parts of the brain that produce the
different cognitive actions. Psychiatrists can analyze why we think certain
ways or why we think the way we do, but if you can find me one that can
definitively say why thoughts appear in our conscious or unconscious minds at
particular times (or just why in general), please give me his or her name
because I won’t believe that such a person exists until I shake his or her
hand.
This
is why I remind myself that when a story idea comes to me, I shouldn’t waste
time questioning how or why it came to be. I should sit down and start my
writing process, in which I take my notebook or laptop to my comfortable
recliner placed in the quietest room of the house. I keep the TV turned off. I
close my eyes for a moment and take a deep breath. Then I open my eyes and let
myself write freely.
When
I write, sometimes I have to clear my head and let my imagination and the pen
take me where they want to go. If I do this, it will keep me from over thinking
or over analyzing a first draft. I will be able to let the idea put itself on
the page and unfold in a natural way. I should do this in the same way that I
let myself fall back to sleep in the middle of the night and let my imagination
finish the dream for me.
Carrie Watson - May 2012
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