Visitors streamed through the house. Sounding walls, taking measurements. Distracting, while having dinner with friends at the kitchen table. This, the morning haul brought back from dream-time.
A lot of useless words in a draft. A lot of them left at this point, and many more to cull. But they only display their full uselessness once there’s a better fix on the character mouthing, blathering, posturing or otherwise trying to impress others – or the inner audience he or she carries around. A story written with no thought of continuity, now struggling its way to a new incarnation. Who are these people now? How did they get to their present impasse? Which of their habitual responses still work, which don’t?
Sounding walls, taking measurements. Who are these people? Why do they behave the way they do?
As often happens once you’ve made a choice, people show up with other options. Case in point yesterday: another apartment someone had me visit – and a fine one it will be, at a fine price too. Except for the fact I’ve already settled my choice, this one is up a flight of stairs and a trek down with the dog at three am leads straight to the sidewalk on the street where I live now. Maybe some of the details will live on in a story – the light, the view into gardens filled with banana trees and other exotic plants.
Allez, final day of coaching school aged children until September.