A blue sky began the day but a convention of clouds formed. Sunshine fades. The temperature finds a lower floor and a smell sharpens the air. Glances cast at the sky quicken with wonder, will it snow? More sage people say, "Yes, it'll snow. Will it stick?"
Will it stick? How much snow will fall and how long will it stay? Like experiences are put on the scales. Radar, knees, feet, and shoulder joints are consulted. Others look up history in almanacs and weather records.
How much impact will this day's snow have?
It's screwy but I think of this as the same as my blog posts on myself and writing. There are a lot of words and ideas; how much will stick and what's the extent of their impact? How long will they stay with me?
Likewise, I see it in my short stories and novels. A snowstorm of words fall and a pretty scene is created, pristine, glistening white and pure in the sunshine when the snow stops falling. But the story and its character and plot evolves. Sometimes I go back and that sentence is removed, even the paragraph. Sometimes I discover a different POV that makes more sense, adds more tension.
I write a great deal to help me think matters through. Likewise, I write much to help me see and understand the characters and the story, snapshots of existence and relationships that I need to know in order to understand and relay the story to the reader. Making them real helps me better grasp them. But many times, afterward, they'll melt away, like snow on a sunny day, their purpose done.
Causes Michael Seidel Supports
Kiva, Women's International League for Peace and Freedom, Propublica.org, Doctors Without Borders, GreaterGood.com