June 1st, 2012 | 153rd day | 54°, dreary, winds negligible | Waxing Gibbous |
You read this earlier as a freshly pressed post:
Writers of the world, please check out Active Fiction (NEW!). Here’s something avant-garde – let’s write fiction together! I’ll think of a couple paragraphs to start a story and let anyone else who joins in help develop it. Add a paragraph or a phrase or two, or even a whole chapter, and see what we can come up with. I encourage everybody’s help! Let’s keep the story somewhat comprehendable though.
In all its hecticity, this was a very prolific Friday. I could sleep no longer by 4 AM, and took to actually exploring the WordPress community, but also got in some reading time (now on Edward Bellamy’s “Looking Backward”). At 9 AM, I moseyed over to a friend’s garage sale in the portentious quest for collectible cameras.
Typically, I’m a grossly frugal kid. I’ve been known to go to questionable lengths to gain money. I gathered $37 dollars from a Border’s (R.I.P.) parking lot puddle and got my record time in a 2-mile race after seeing a buffalo nickel on the track. Nevertheless, when books, cameras, music and art are involved, I turn into the most uneconomical shopper you’ll ever know. Added to my small assortment of cameras after the excursion were a 1948 Bell & Howell Double-8 Filmo Sportster (with film!) and $2-dollar 1972 Kodak XL55. I felt responsible only spending $40…it could have been much worse. (My five cameras can be seen on the P.O.D.)
I have had the surprising fortune to be admitted as a blogger to this grouping of talented literary bloggers, but I definitely feel like a novice now! The members of the 20 Lines A Day team are what I’d describe as purveyors of fine cathartic written episodes, in both senses of the word. Starting in September, you’ll be able to find my newest prose and poetry on their page, authored as Didactic|for|hire.
Before errands-running and the transportation of a gross of chairs and tables to my grandfather’s house, I jotted down six full pages in my 11th volume “thought journal”. I was to eager to leave my Active Fiction page untouched, so I started my own unadulterated version to be added when the comments start flowing on the alternate plot.
For this post’s featured photo, I’ve included a candid shot of my grandfather as we dropped off the tables for my upcoming Eagle Scout Ceremony at his house in his It was just an unwonted moment, so I had to record it by whatever means possible. His true blue 1947 Ford pickup – not a jalopy, mind you, she’s very well maintained – shuttled the ridiculous assemblage of lawn furniture. The whole effort lasted about an hour and left me mildly asthmatic and drenched in sweat.