Today wasn’t the greatest day for writing. Though I’m awake, I still feel a little sluggish.
I decided to read both yesterday’s and today’s prompts, then choose between them. Yesterday’s was, “Once, with another woman. . .” Today’s was, “I can never say all that I know.”
I started off doing more of a journaling bit — I described arriving in Thailand with dddragonlady when we went there together some years back. I was trying to capture the sights and sounds and smells — but I couldn’t seem to find the details that I wanted.
Then I started writing about the prophet of Ester’s park — a homeless man — who could never say all that he knew. I tried to keep him really crazy. He became the precipitating event for Mandy the owner of the magik shop getting a dog. I love the image that I had of him through her eyes, with a fractured aura, as well as the image of the children growing under the ivy. I don’t know if any of this piece will ever make it beyond practice — but I’m really glad I did it, glad I found him. It felt good to do some wild writing, letting the images flow without trying to make much sense of anything.