The B-24 and the non-written word
Wednesday, May 16, 2012 at 11:19PM ;)
This is not what I had intended to post at all. Yesterday, I actually uploaded eight pictures into this blog from Abby's Home Cooking. I had a nice little story to tell with them, but realized I did not have time to write the story last night and so saved them for tonight.
Tonight, I realized that, once again, I did not have time to write the Abby's post, so I selected six pictures I took today that I could post with few words, but then I realized I did not have time to prepare and post them.
So I post this one instead. I took it from the window of a B-24 flying over Cook Inlet and I don't even remember the year. This, and another, B-24 is why I don't have time to do the full posts. I am working on some other writing and it involves B-24s, Mormon Missionaries, temples, funerals and such. I am not doing a very good job of it. Every morning since the beginning of last week, I have gotten up thinking I'll finish it off that day and then at the end of the day I have only a few paragraphs to show for it and I am not pleased with those paragraphs.
Until today, the project did not include an actual picture of a B-24, although it did include a picture of a picture of a B-24 being presented to the dying man from whose B-24 it had been taken, and another of a beautiful model of B-24 that he worked on off and on for all of his post-war life and never finished. This morning, I truly thought I could have it all written today, but then I decided I needed an actual B-24 picture and so I went looking through my B-24 take, which is pretty small. I found the picture I want - not this one, but another one.
This find set my mind on an altered track, caused me to bring in other pictures still, which means some of the pictures that were already set have to go. I junked everything I had written this past week-and-a-half and started writing again.
So far, I have completed three paragraphs and I am not very happy with them. I will surely junk them, too.
So I can't spend much time on this blog tonight. I must get back to the project and see if I can somehow find a few words to write for it before I go to bed.
Right now, I don't feel like I can. When I rode my bike this evening, every word that I needed came into my mind.
Where the hell are those words now?
B-24, Cook Inlet in Aircraft, Alaska
Reader Comments (3)
Squirrels eat words too, Bill. They look at you like thatone in the last shot in last post and Poof! they've emptied your mind of all your words.
One of my uncles used to reach up and snag the words out of the air before they were totally gone. I miss him. He was a storyteller extraordinaire and liver of life extraordinaire, which of course made the stories even better.
You remind me of him some.
Reach up and grab them words back!
Hi Bill, maybe you could install a voice recorder app on your iphone and record those beautiful words that occur to you as you ride your bike :)
Alaska Pi - turns out what I really needed was some sleep. Thanks for the encouragment.
Ash - good suggestion and I do that sometimes, but really only for short notes. I don't think I could sustain the kind of mental flow I sometimes get while biking if I tried to also talk for a long period of time into my phone.