Imagination disposes of everything;
it creates beauty, justice, and happiness,
which are everything in this world.
Three stories were written in a journal as a lone girl sat in a truck, waiting for her companions of the day to decide that the auction was over. She needs to point out that this would be known as a very good day in the eyes of any writer. This writer, who must admit, has been dealing with some writers block and was starting to worry, became very excited. Her muse finally decided to come back from an apparent overdue vacation.
1:11 on a Saturday morning, that same girl sat in the dark with droopy eyes, wondering if it was too early, or maybe, too late to make a pot of coffee. With a pen and paper, and with help from the light of the moon shining through the window, she wrote the fourth, and hoped, final, story, of that productive day. A nagging idea that had started as a small tidbit before falling asleep had exploded and had finally found its way to paper. Exhausted, she flopped back into bed about an hour and a half later, extremely grateful for her muse, but not exactly thrilled with her timing.
On waking later that Saturday morning, she poured herself a coffee, and she picked up that story still lying on the table. She glanced at the squiggly lines and placed it on the pile, with those other three short stories that had come from ideas from an auction far from home.
With four stories written, she, meaning me (who else did you think it was?), sat at my computer thinking how lucky it was to have a stack of stories to share. The only thing left to do was to make a decision. Which one of those stories would I share with my blogging world?
I did go to the auction, I did write stories involving emotions and memories that had been stirred up by that auction, and I did like every story. But, I left them on that pile, and here is what I, or should I say my muse, decided to share.
Sometimes, the drive to, and from an auction and pieces of that auction through photos, will turn out to be the thing, that begs to be shared. So with these photos, I will let your own imaginations soar, just as mine had for that one day and one night of musings. Those stories that I had written, will sit on that pile for a little while longer and percolate, much like any great cup of coffee. Sometimes our own imagination is what we need, where each of us can add our own cream, or sugar to our own liking, or decide to enjoy it just the way it is.
Let me know if it stirred your cup.