November 17th, 2006

frog

It's Friday!

Busy, busy, busy in my little way.

I walked Tuesday, 4 miles, 4 markers, up into the gap again. I counted 40 or so hawks sitting in about 4 trees up in the gap, in backyards. Very strange. I don't think I've ever seen so many birds of prey in one place. Convention?

I finished reading michaeljasper's pages and commenting so he could have it all by his Big Writing Day today. That was an interesting project because it did something in the hind brain. I ended up using my work group time last night to draft pages and pages on a new idea. I have no idea how long it is, haven't done any research for it, but I started.

It went like this:
First, just write down the factual aspect of the idea. Jot down sections of it. It takes place over a long period of time and relates to evolution. Write down any rules. Rule 1: It's set in Virginia, so I'll have to research what the geologic history is. Rule 2: The different times have to have a connection to each other. I did this work in the afternoon, warming up.

Second, I just started playing with the beginning during workgroup, writing down the bare bones of the first idea/section. Then I looked at it and took what stood out as interesting and rewrote it using that as a focus. And rewrote it again. All of this was very loose, often in free verse, using phrases, ideas. Looking for emotional tags and descriptive tags. Pushing each one further out from a factual description. The idea niggling in my head was that by the time I have a decent draft, it might all be a metaphorical, emotional, poetic description.

And finally, when I was tired of playing with the first idea/section, I started to freewrite out into other sections, trying them out, seeing what ideas were coming out on the page, what evolutionary events interested me.

I wrote for about an hour and a half. By the time I stopped, I was very sleepy. Which is probably a good sign that my brain was working hard.

Frog Out
frog

Nonsense

Some days watching lj is like watching my mailbox. Nothing much happens. The guy shows up once a day with junk mail that I promptly throw away. The nuggets from friends are few and far between.

Speaking of junk mail, I received a "thank you" in the form of frozen crabcakes via FedEx. The box came packed in dry ice. We had a lot of fun with that. Sublimation and other engineering humor and hijinks. E thought it was way cool stuff. But no one in this house does any kind of fish: fresh, salt, shell. Nothing that lives its life in water, whether or not it has gills. So while we thought the dry ice was a great gift, we're a bit stumped on what to do with the box that came with it. My client suggested eating the contents with mashed potatoes. I don't even do mashed potatoes very often anymore, let alone putting them anywhere near some crustacean of questionable worth.

I'm sure I'll come up with something. If I keep them frozen, they might make good hockey pucks in the winter for shooting goals on the small pond.

Frog Out