Just after Christmas this past year, I was feeling particularly writerly, as well as a bit melancholy, along with the fact that I was still pouting because I didn’t get the iPhone I wanted. Or the iPad. Or the Red Corvette. Instead of continuing to wallow in my own self-pity mire, I poured myself a generous glass of merlot and sat down to write something remarkable (Like all my stuff. Goes without saying). I invented my bag lady, unnamed in my first story, blended her in with a ‘Buy Me a Drink and Tell Me a Story’ post. Some of you may recall reading it. If not, please do. The story is called ‘The Picture Window’.
I will wait.
That seemed to assuage my hunger for writing about the street world, until March rolled around and once again, my thoughts drifted to my imaginary muse. This time I gave her a name (Corrine) and her very own post, without the intro story about my newest choice of libation. The story is called “Smoke Break” from March 10th, and you can go ahead and read it now, if you haven’t already. Or you can read it over again. It’s that good. Would I steer you wrong?
I will wait.
Back to present day and my angst/thirst/hunger/ridiculous obsession for writing about my beloved Corrine. I have been working on a new story for Corrine, and I am stuck. I want to bring out her wonderfully gentle, giving, and goofy qualities, but I feel like, in order to keep your interest, my story needs some action/horror/thrills/drama/or other enthralling bait. So far, our Corrine has narrowly escaped a security officer in an old abandoned building, and exited by way of the side door, where she grabs her cart and takes off down the alley. That’s all I have so far.
My question to you is, should my storyline include any of the following: a mass murderer, a love interest, a bank robbery, a drive-by shooting, a lost child, a lost puppy, a lost bottle of Boones Farm wine, a choking incident, getting frisky, an obsession, a speech therapist…..or finally, the remnants of a 3-course-meal left enticingly alone atop a smoking barrel outside a local bistro. Yes, people, I have thought about this a LOT. Corrine could have any number of adventures. Hell, she could even end up being my long-lost mother or die and leave me her vast fortune which has been carefully stashed under the lining of the old wool coat she wears even in the dead of summer.
Is it any wonder that I have trouble getting my school work done?
I’m just in love. That is all.
Side Note: It is not my intention to make light of the homeless. Any of us could be homeless, with a couple missed paychecks, or an illness or other catastrophic event. I write about Corrine because I see so many homeless in Las Vegas, and many Many of them are the elderly. My heart goes out to them, and I try to help when I can. I hope everyone does. As for Corrine, she will be written in a good light. That I promise.