The mayor’s most recent projects for the town’s old mill had him working with regional authorities for its recycling into a self-powering hydro-electric station; it would have handled the town’s needs in electricity. Experts are examining what is left of the structure since the fire. I doubt they will be able to save so much as the old tower: it is heavily cracked from top to bottom and there is such a thing as overbaking where bricks are concerned. My own photographic tour allowed me to see how close we came to losing that entire district the other day. Thankfully, workers have almost finished repairing the only other old building that was affected by the torching of the mill. (As to the fire’s origins, the inquiry is ongoing.)
The preceding paragraph is interesting to me for two reasons: first, as a record for a story still brewing in the background. Second, for the difference between a recording of facts and suppositions (as above) and the type of introductory paragraph that provides more than a lead into an eventual story; one that gets the story rolling. What would that be, in this instance? Perhaps a glimpse at someone lurking behind the singed trees. That person could either be the perp, or someone who had a personal stake in the mill’s existence; or someone who just happened to be there at the wrong moment. That person could be mistaken as the perp – someone saying “hey, I know him! I saw him hanging around near the mill just before the fire happened!” Whatever. Personally, that’s how I know a story project has gone from the simmering/brewing stage to the full launch, the stage of: there is no way I can stop this process until it stops of its own accord. It’s a bit the same as when you lie in bed at night, going over the day’s events. Some get sorted out and filed for future reference. Others launch you into a full-fledged fantasy. You know you are making up most of it, and that’s just fine by you, because you are tumbling along with your story, smiling away straight into deep, delicious sleep.
This, simply because I discovered it yesterday and it kept me company through the writing during most of the day. The photography is magnificent: don’t miss the final shots. After which, for all subsequent listenings, I find the music is sufficient onto itself. (As for my title, I stick to the factual, for once.)