Just starting the writing day. More ideas poured into me as I walked, science fiction, fantasy, mainstream and a murder mystery. Doors opened, characters stepped out, the stories behind them. But can't take advantage of them. Must stay the course, finish other matters. Sad, though, leaving fruit on the branch. What might happen to any fruit left hanging? Ripens and falls. So think of the bigger whole. The fruit is on the tree of ideas. It falls to the ground and neutralizes the tree. But if it is a tree of ideas, won't it blossom again? I don't know the growing season for the tree of ideas. Perhaps the fruit will be there still when I return to pick again.
The currents are dark this morning. Change is rippling and the water is rougher. More details are due Monday when I 'meet' my new overlords. I remember when my last new overlord took over and made the vow that he would meet everyone in his department. Still waiting to talk to him on the phone. It's only been like a year. No biggie.
Had a wonderful time with my writing peeps last night. Shared the essence of my last submitted short story with them. Had a ball watching them react to the twists. Of course, it's a written short story, and what I told is not the story, just the essence of plot, story, twists and charater. I like the story a great deal. It feels and sounds very authentic, despite the plot twists. Yes, but I'm a writer, a bundle of hope and despair.
Worked this morning, a few more hours of emulating a machine humming through emails, issues and meetings. There's a fun short science fiction idea emerging. You're a machine in the morning when you work and a human in the afternoon and evening, when you 'live'. I think of the title, "Miss Hybrid". She's emerging from her cubicle her work as I write this, becoming human once again. He body is stored in a long row of storage units where all the workers are stored. There is her co-worker, a woman she dislikes, still in her storage unit despite the time. She's not coming awake. Miss Hybrid wonders about that but dismisses it yet the image nags her. Her co-worker works on the assembly line, too. The lines have been shut down. Why isn't she coming to life and going home? Therein lies a story.
Can't use it today. Still finishing the other stories and novels. There are so many stories and novels already written that require editing and revising, and so many other stories and novels half written that need to be finished. Hope it's still on the tree later.
Time to write.
Causes Michael Seidel Supports
Kiva, Women's International League for Peace and Freedom, Propublica.org, Doctors Without Borders, GreaterGood.com