from the writing fragments vault #10

[johanna_hypatia]

Valerie leaned back, drew on her cigarette, and exhaled, "I have a hunch that the key to this case is to study the history of cartoon music."

Honey looked at her. "Huh?"

"Remember the golden age of animation? The Thirties and Forties? Every cartoon had music by a studio orchestra, a music department. They had staff composers-who wrote out music

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[johanna_hypatia]

Valerie is wearing a buttoned-down cobalt-blue dress shirt with Tabasco stains, and a necktie that is loosened in such a way that it appears more slovenly than would the absence of a tie. Her hair is one-third slicked back, one-third spiked, and one-third disheveled. She smokes English Ovals and Balkan Sobranies. She's a native Clevelander with one grandparent each of Irish, Italian, Polish, and Hungarian ancestry.

[charlie_ihsan]

Your imagery is amazing.

[johanna_hypatia]

Thanks! I just sort of see scenes like watching them on TV, then I write by just describing what I see and hear. I pretty much do not write anything unless I tune into some station or other. Broadcast reception through the akashic ether is better at some times than others. OK, I call it akashic as a joke, but it's really my creative imagination, a production facility in my own head. It would be better if it would just FTP the material directly to me, but instead it insists on broadcasting on a channel that doesn't always come in.

This method of creation is much easier than thinking with my noggin what to write, but on the minus side its output is low and often fragmentary. It still takes noggin-work to fit the fragments together into a flowing narrative.

[charlie_ihsan]

Well however it happens I always love reading what you write, even if I don't comment (usually that's because I don't know what to say).

[johanna_hypatia]

I do love the comments... please don't be shy. :)