Visits in the Tank for Two Days Running – This Won’t Help

A ways back I instituted the ‘good paragraph‘. The goal of this new and underused feature was to be the construction of a well written paragraph–creativity would be secondary. The intended paragraph would be frontloaded with a concrete sentence and followed up with related, but likely subordinate thoughts. Such a paragraph would expound on a single core topic. It would not wander. Ideally such a paragraph would present several useful thoughts regarding that frontloaded topic, but a brief paragraph would be suitable as well.

I should bring those back.

Word count: 90
Day 180

Elcho Islander

elcho islander

This is what I’ve gotten so far. I should probably not release this as it will change if I ever get back to it. In case I don’t I wanted something to show for the day….

If you’re interested in the true context of this photo then I’d follow the link. I am certain you’ll find it more powerful than what I end up with.

My initial reaction is to write dialogue that includes the spoken word, “Mon.” I’d be half a world off. Which is probably good because it puts me far enough from the reality to be entirely ignorant. And that, of course, is bliss. I’ll endeavor to avoid using ‘Mate’ as well.

“I’m a bartender in places you didn’t even know were places.”

That’s not what I was expecting him to say. I was actually expecting a nod of recognition or even a simple single syllable greeting.

“So. Listen. I could probably take you down in a punch or two or just grab you and throw you to the ground. I’ve had to learn at least how to accomplish that much to get to where I am now. I assure you that you would not get up till I’d left.”

Ok. That’s more hostile than I’d expected too. He’s serious and giving me his CV. Have I done something to this guy? I am starting to feel like I need to give him mine or walk away.

Word count: 255
Day 179
Photo courtesy jthommo101

The Gwendolyn Market

The market clamor rises the moment Sehra reaches the top of the step. From the wisps of loud conversation she can pick out it seems one of the fig sellers has done something of note. It’s not her doing, just coincidence. Still the crescendo feels like a cheer. She allows the event to calm her mood with the false sense of importance.

She closes her eye to focus on the voices in the growing mid-morning heat. She’s searching for the once voice that can help her this morning. [aurally journey through a bunch of market stalls I can’t think of anything interesting for right now]. There it lies. [something characteristic about the voice I can’t seem to make up this morning–shit, should be even writing?].

Carn leaps to the end of his leash when he in turn senses Gotline’s thin snore. He pulls Sarah off balance and down the steps.

“Nah. Cheeb,” Sehra commands. She sinks to a squat to rub the dog’s head. “Not so fast Carn. He’s a sleep and I am hungry again…still. Tet. Let’s find some breakfast.”

Word count: 178
Day 178
Total coincidence.