LJ Idol 10: Week 20: Open Topic
Of All The Topics So Far (500 Words)
I wish for my writing to be fearless if not effortless
I wish to write for the fun of escaping and the perverse joy it brings to me
Never mind fame and fortune when hypergraphia overtakes me in the middle of the night
Too many tales wanting to be told
Universes full of elegant airships
An underground dance club in a retro-futuristic dystopia
A post-apocalyptic romance, a Mary Sue
In search of a brother who found himself on the wrong side of the law in a barren outpost far from their own
Along the way, Mary meets a handsome drifter who is also the “Traveling Judge” presiding over the brother’s trial
Plot twist, heel turn
Archetypes, alignments
Plot bunnies, anon memes
Gratuitously written death scenes
Just keeping the words going
Weaving a yarn or an old wives tale
Something between monologue and poetry
A breaking the 4th wall soliloquy
The little people have hidden my glasses again
My physical body is shaking but I am not there
Because I am here
Where the action is about to happen
20 seconds into the future
Falling in love with the clacking of the keyboard; I give away all of my secrets
Vague details of how, where and when,the places I have been
A road map, mcguffin, chekov’s gun
I suffer the slings and arrows for the sake of art
The cracks of my heart are still visible where it has been broken and healed imperfectly
A thousand voices whispering to me when I lay down to sleep-
Theoretical and hypothetical conversations never had
Introductions made with sorcerers, succubi, computer hackers, shapeshifters,
A faerie princess framed for murder
Political intrigue, an ethical dilemma
Pirate treasure lost to the bottom of the sea like so much salt
Amid shipwrecked notions, barnacle encrusted possibility
When that one friend inevitably asks if I have written anything new I’ll plead The 5th
I will say nothing that might incriminate me further
No comment to benefit the audience who have come to see a spectacle
Scandal, betrayal, the tragic deuteragonist is told to leave and never come back
Holding my pen steady despite self doubt- constant psych out
I write
From one blue hour to the next
Twilight, midnight, 3am
The witching hour and I’m humming to the orishas for protection and inspiration to tell a single story to it’s completion
Dawn
I awake from horrors
The skin of a skull being split open to to reveal the pink and blue insides, sleep paralysis visions of a giant arachnid getting closer before my brain screams at my my body to wake up
Gasping to the surface of reality
Dragged from the depths of subconscious fantasy
Abandon all hope Fear only fuels passion
A bet around a fire, a thrilling story told by a young woman about a mad doctor who though himself a god
A thunderclap and lighting bringing a genre to life
Once upon a time is an invitation
I remain unable to refuse