Sunday, April 24, 2016

An auction and number four

Imagination disposes of everything;
it creates beauty, justice, and happiness,
which are everything in this world.
                  BlaisePascal


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.

Later


22 comments:

  1. love the barn shot with the harvester. reminds me of wisconsin. :)

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  2. I liked what I read, I also liked your photo's too.

    All the best Jan

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  3. I loved this and it brought much to mind. This link takes you to a painting the big barn photo reminded me of. You must know of Robert Bateman and his amazing artwork.


    http://robertbateman.ca/paintings/WinterBarnyard.htm

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  4. Your pictures wonderfully generated some stories for my mind!

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  5. At 1:11 am, I'd be so upset that I was awake, I don't think I could write a story! :) I'd love to know the story behind that pile of old silverware. Who ate from it, etc.

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  6. You must have entered REM sleep, when your brain really starts to sort things out and throw away some of the junk.

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  7. I have nagging ideas just before falling asleep too, sometimes. I've found that if I don't write them down, they're often gone completely the next day.
    I love the old silverware photo and the one with the tap.

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  8. You put a lot of time and effort into your writing and it shows as you produce a well crafted piece of writing. You do what few people do...write the first draft by hand instead of on the computer.

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  9. I always like what I read here :) Also like that moody barn shot.

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  10. I love your images you posted today. And a great post!

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  11. A story about stories thats interesting. We want to hear the others. Glad you found your muse.

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  12. I don't even drink coffee and my cup is stirred! Bravo!

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  13. Yea for having stories to tell and your current writers block behind you.

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  14. I love the analogy of adding cream and sugar to the stories to get them to your liking!

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  15. I wasn't thinking of any stories, but I was thinking crafts when I seen the old silverware..wind chime maybe? :)

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  16. Such a great post, loved reading it and you have taken wonderful photos

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  17. I enjoyed this post and especially love the last photo of the silverware.

    Have a great week ahead!

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  18. I like to think that some of my best ideas come when I should be falling asleep. Unlike you I don't get up and write them down but hope to capture them in the morning. Most days it works but not always.

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  19. The barn on top and the pile of stones give me pause. Can't wait to see what you Ave created.

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  20. Your stories are wonderful. Always. You have that gift. And that last picture tells stories of its own.

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  21. such cute puppies!! i love that old silverware, there are so many things you can do and make with that old, pretty stuff!!!!

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  22. What a great line: "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." You definitely stirred my cup. The muse never wakes me at night - she's a morning kind of gal. Your photos tell of the past and also the present.

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The mind grows by what it feeds on. J.G. Holland

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