The Muses so far and my contributions:
- "A Random Memory" - Dark
- "Fear of Writing" - Dismal
- "An Ambiance of Technology" - Dam
- "Omitting Your Mistakes" - Design
- "Of Feral Mind and Carnal Heart" - Desires
- "Earnest Mockery" – Doodle
- "Shattered Mirrors" – Detour
- "This Business of Jupiter" - Delight
- "Infinite Possibility" – Dream
When she was three, she spent hours writing in the sand. Bees buzzed around her head as she sat under the tall, thin pines. She swirled her stick in the white grains, creating dark furrows of meaningful patterns.
< DETOUR AHEAD >
When she was four, she made mud pies. Wet dirt squished between her fingers and toes. She smoothed the surface of the brown liquid earth. She sat the confections on rocks to dry in the warm sun.
At nineteen, she learned how to make pottery. She threw clay onto a spinning wheel, fingers and hands molding and shaping to produce a balance, graceful container. She used wires, sponges, ribs and boxwood tools to finish and decorate each piece. She painted each piece with mysterious glazes that added depth and shine once they were cooked in the kiln.
When she was six, she learned to dance the hula. Her hands spoke as she swayed her grass skirted hips. She danced with other girls in a snaking line on a spotlighted stage.
At twenty-four, she managed a gentlemen’s club. She hired dancers, listened to their Pretty Woman stories and watched as the reality of their lives melted the celluloid dreams they chased.
When she was nine, she took apart her brother’s toy cars. She removed the wheels from the axles, slid the doors from their pins and took out the back seats.
At twenty-five, she rebuilt carburetors on a 1963 corvette redesigned for drag racing. She beaded brushed aluminum for interior panels. She rolled extra wide tires onto racks built into the trailer used to haul the car to the track.
When she was twelve, she drove the family car around the mall parking lot. She cruised wide open spaces on Sunday afternoons when the stores were closed. She negotiated the vehicle between two shopping carts.
At twenty-seven, she drove a tractor and trailer across the country. She spoke on the CB Radio, good buddy, and was serenaded by big rig cowboys singing Sinatra. She froze in Wichita and brazened a hurricane in New York City.
When she was fifteen, she took in a stray cat. She brought the cat into her home and begged it to stay. She tolerated the scratches and bites of the semi-feral feline. She accepted the gifted dead mice left under her bed.
At twenty-nine, she had a child. She gestated a planned surprise. She created her greatest joy and her anchor in life. She birthed her salvation.
When she was sixteen, she took her first job. She went to work because that's what you did. She joined the paycheck chasers. She became one more cog in the machine.
At thirty, she settled down to one career. She joined a firm and stayed and stayed and stayed. She stayed through the different and she stayed through the same. She stayed through the mind sucking boredom. She stayed until she knew she could stay no longer and live.
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At forty-seven, she started a blog and wrote.
... and history is in the making ...ReplyDelete
Celluloid dreams. That was a stroke of genius. Speaking of which you are. I was going what is she doing and then boink...the light went off. Very nicely done :)ReplyDelete
I guess this is a biography. If it is, wow. Puts me to shame with what I have accomplished in my life.ReplyDelete
Have a lovely Friday,
Well written, Nessa. I read every word in wistful anticipation of the next.ReplyDelete
You do know this is the old school. This decade the young and the old are on FaceBook. Nothing creative, just social.
I am thinking that a lot of us parallel your story, I didn't work in a gentlemen’s club, just drove by (i.e. didn't inhale). And I had kids at a much earlier age--four by age 23, five total.
Very, very nice! "At 47 she started a blog and wrote."ReplyDelete
Yeah, me too!
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Sometimes it's hard to tell the detour from the road.ReplyDelete
When I was working, I often stop what I was doing and realize that the silly little games we played as a child was actually preparations for work.ReplyDelete
Clever approach. Who'd have thought?ReplyDelete
That was different and interesting... but you usually are.ReplyDelete
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I was intrigued from the moment I read about writing in the sand and mudpies. That sounded like fun BTW.ReplyDelete
Excellent!!! So, you too tinkered around with cars? Me as well. I loved drag racing --and had a 'souped up '63 Chevy with pin stripes, mag wheels, and my brothers helped me put in a 409 engine. Cops new me by my first name.ReplyDelete
Now that is the stuff memories are MADE of. Wow!ReplyDelete
I love the way you put this together. Made quite an impact on me. Great writing. Thanks for leaning the link in your comment to me.ReplyDelete
Life has detours. Enjoy the unexpected journeys through unfamiliar territories. Nessa, this was beautiful. I really enjoy your writing!ReplyDelete
many lives in one life....ReplyDelete
what comes next?
Is this fiction or non-fiction? Who knows or cares? It's great writing, Nessa!ReplyDelete
Did she need a tetanus shot after the bites of the semi-feral feline?ReplyDelete
what a wonderful story, you have me thinking of mine. I guess i've never thought that indepth.ReplyDelete
If this is about you, you are amazing!ReplyDelete
Ah the roads a life will take.ReplyDelete