Day 59: Humping the Muse

I feel like I have been pushing the envelope on some of these little scenic things I am doing.  If you’ve paid attention to the word count you will see that it dwindles as I press on.  Most of this drop off is a reflection of my poor ability to lock in a time of day to write the remainder stems from the medium I am using for inspiration on a lot of these: other peoples photos.  Such reliance does a number of good things and some bad things for my productivity.

Using external prompts like photos allows me to write about unexpected events or things–things not sitting on my desk.  Photos transport me to a world I might not have otherwise considered or to a view of the world within my considerations in a way I might not have possessed without the photo.  While some folks might find this method too much like trying on someone else jeans.  Initially similar but increasingly foreign as you attempt to button them up.  I am OK with that (but not for pants).  A writer needs to take someone else’s approach from time to time.  Doing so is like having an editor for your inspiration.

Easter egg hunting holds no appeal for me.  Searching out muse photography holds little more.  Long range and regular it ain’t.

I think I had the most fun with the piece of artwork I had seen several months back and can no longer dredge up from the Internet.  That one brief image spawned three perspectives and four characters so far.  It also felt more like my own, yet new.

What all this means I am not sure.  Perhaps I will return to ‘Shanty‘.  Perhaps I’ll just apply the same technique to another inspiration experience.  Both are attractive.  Older posts call out to me to be edited and expand as well.  I may heed those sirens.

The immediate next step is going to be nothing so emotional or creative.  It’s time to increase the word count to something substantial.

Word count:  335

Day 58: Tarry No More Tonight

Johnathan replaces the cover on the lens and looks at the scene once more.  The golden glow of lights overwhelms him–it’s why he took the time to make the picture.  The spell he’d been making all evening, the one he started the moment he stepped out of the keep, the one he’d been building on the long walk over the bridge, the one he’d nearly finished walking the shore to this spot, he sacrificed on this last moment.

The village at the base f the keep was alive with floats and revelers in the lamplight.  Fireworks splattered the lower walls of the keep with brightly colored spots the way sunlight through the trees spritzes the grass below.

[build up to this location]

Without the spell Johnathan Goffe would be exposed and hungry.  He hushed the camera and removed it from the tripod.  The tripod he left.  Let them find that.  Let them know he’d stopped here.  They would know soon enough where to find him.  Now he had a record of the moment he started being a hero.

Word count: 175 

Day 57: Ten Eight the Big D

I’ll be traveling this weekend.  Anyone monitoring my vow to post daily should note that I’ll be working in the pen and paper medium most likely–if not at all.  You’ll see if I dropped the ball come Monday I suppose.

In the mean time feel free to skim back through the earlier stuff.  The tag cloud isn’t up to speed since the transfer from MT to WP.  I’m working on that but every time I get inspired I realize its that or a daily entry.  You know which comes first.

I’ve been checking out Jaiku ever since I heard the announcement that Google bought them.  I am not much on Twitter of Jaiku, but it’s not hard to belong and not participate.  On Jaiku I created a Philmont channel.  If you are a member you should try that out.  If not, I am new so I don’t have any invites to give out and you’ll need to wait.

Enjoy the weekend.