Words, words, words. That's what we're made of. Herewith some of my thoughts on what we're doing with them.
Writing Right with Dmitri: A Pinched Idea
Today, I have not much to say. I'm lazy. But hey, that's what writing friends are for. They inspire you when you don't have any ideas of your own. Take the folks over at Cactuscafe's Daydream Journal. A few weeks ago, they were batting a few ideas around for a short story somebody might write. Among them, they came up with the following elements: a young couple with a baby on a road trip, a juggling hitchhiker, a grandmother who read Tarot cards and her aging hippie boyfriend, and the search for an astral city.
While we were all mulling it over, I came up with this poem. The great thing about ideas, though, is that one doesn't rule.out the other. Sooner or later, everyone in that conversation could come up with a story, script, poem, or song lyric – all using the same inspiration, and all about completely different things.
Stella and Her Hubby (and Baby Luke), an astrally-minded Brightling adventure
Tune: 'Della and the Dealer' by Hoyt AxtonIt was Stella and her hubby and Baby Luke, And Gran and her bf, too, Left from Brightling in a camper van, Headed for the Astral View. Yeah, they rolled onto the highway where the wild thyme grows, And the Morris Dancers bay at the moon, Stella and her hubby and Baby Luke, And Gran and her bf, too. If Luke could talk, what tales he'd tell, About Stella and his daddy and Gran, as well, But Luke was only one, So the tabloids will have to wait. Up Rotherbridge way there's a chic cafe, Where the latte's smooth as silk. Gran read the Tarot, the bf picked guitar, And Luke demanded milk. Yeah, the bf sang a rockin' songAnd Gran picked the Falling Tower, Stella and her hubby found some books to read, And Luke took a nap for an hour. If Luke could talk, what tales he'd tell, About Stella and his daddy and Gran, as well, But Luke was only one, So the tabloids will have to wait. A Hitcher came into the little cafe, And Harvey was his name, He sang along to the bf's tune, And he started his juggling game. He juggled plates, and cups, and spoons, He juggled sugar cubes, He made flying saucers, called 'em UFOs, And he sure impressed the rubes.If Luke could talk, what tales he'd tell, About Stella and his daddy and Gran, as well, But Luke was only one, So the tabloids will have to wait. So Stella and her hubby said, 'Harvey, man, Would you like to take this act on the road? We're on our way to the Astral View, And we think you'd help lighten the load.'Harvey winked at Luke and said, 'Why, sure, Stella,dear,'I'd love to take a trip in your van, I'd a vision about you the other night, And I'm thinking we've got us a plan.'If Luke could talk, what tales he'd tell, About Stella and his daddy and Gran, as well, But Luke was only one, So the tabloids will have to wait. So all of them piled into the camper van, And Harvey piled in, too, The bf held Luke, and Harvey helped GranDo a reading on the Astral View. And off they went, past the Burwash Loop, But they didn't hit any bikes, And if you find them on Facebook, well, They've got about ten thousand 'Likes'. If Luke could talk, what tales he'd tell, About Stella and his daddy and Gran, as well, But Luke was only one, So the tabloids will have to wait.See? When you're feeling tired, and bored, and out of ideas, let your friends lend you some. Noodle around. It keeps the juices flowing.
And if you're thinking, 'I could do better than that,' be our guest. Just share it with us.
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Dmitri Gheorgheni
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