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I have been thinking a lot lately about how I want to write and never do and blah blah blah... so I'm thinking about taking some small scale action. I have two ideas. One is that I might start to post very short stories on here that come up during the day (along with the reason they came up). On the larger scale I am toying with the idea of asking friends (who may not normally write fiction) to write quick fiction or nonfiction stories on similar themes with limited guidance. For example, "A Story about Summer and Oranges."
Is this crazy, and would anyone do it with me? I mean, we're talking any length, any related subject, fact or fiction or both. I think it could be a pretty cool project to see them all link together.
The rest of this post is in the style of idea 1) but could be applied to idea 2).
Today, we all sat downstairs in the kitchen as we're prone to do on a Sunday morning and made breakfast. There were 7 of us in the house Nick, Julie, Beth, Claire, John, Julie M. and me. Nick made crepes and we drank orange juice. Nick said that he never used to like drinking orange juice, but actually he loves it now and could drink endless amounts.
So I began to think about the time that I visited my Great Uncle Don's house in Florida.
Do you remember? Maybe I wrote about it way back when, or maybe it was even pre-LJ days. But I don't think so.
I think it was in 2004 or 2005, when my Great Uncle Don, WWII vet, passed away. I never met my Great Uncle Don, but from the stories I heard, he got a little crazy at the end. He left his suburban neighborhood home ten years before he died to travel the country in a trailer home with his mistress, a 40-some nurse-in-training, who everyone was convinced was in it for some kind of will and estates kick back, even though little existed other than the old house.
When Don died, it turned out that the mistress had not been left the house....
I'm already bored of writing. Maybe I'll finish another day.
The end of the story is a secret orange grove, for the record.
Is this crazy, and would anyone do it with me? I mean, we're talking any length, any related subject, fact or fiction or both. I think it could be a pretty cool project to see them all link together.
The rest of this post is in the style of idea 1) but could be applied to idea 2).
Today, we all sat downstairs in the kitchen as we're prone to do on a Sunday morning and made breakfast. There were 7 of us in the house Nick, Julie, Beth, Claire, John, Julie M. and me. Nick made crepes and we drank orange juice. Nick said that he never used to like drinking orange juice, but actually he loves it now and could drink endless amounts.
So I began to think about the time that I visited my Great Uncle Don's house in Florida.
Do you remember? Maybe I wrote about it way back when, or maybe it was even pre-LJ days. But I don't think so.
I think it was in 2004 or 2005, when my Great Uncle Don, WWII vet, passed away. I never met my Great Uncle Don, but from the stories I heard, he got a little crazy at the end. He left his suburban neighborhood home ten years before he died to travel the country in a trailer home with his mistress, a 40-some nurse-in-training, who everyone was convinced was in it for some kind of will and estates kick back, even though little existed other than the old house.
When Don died, it turned out that the mistress had not been left the house....
I'm already bored of writing. Maybe I'll finish another day.
The end of the story is a secret orange grove, for the record.