Saturday, August 11, 2007
Reading witnessing am I, today, David was talking about looking into people's eyes, and knowing their souls, feeling a connection, as David is apt to do. Which made me think about my characters and my writing, and how I am not, nor are my characters, likely to have such experiences.
His character was at an airport. The poem involved two people who never met. Well wait that doesn't sound right, for in a way they deeply met, but not physically, not verbally.
This gave me an idea. I started thinking it might be good for me to do a writing exercise, where I imagine I am sitting on a bus, no ipod, no book, nothing running through my mind, no plans, no daydreams, just me sitting there, physically and mentally idle. So for entertainment I look around at the people on the bus, I take them one at a time, and look into their eyes, they are bored too, so take it in turn to look into mine, and we pass the time reaching into, reading into, each others souls. Seeing what mere eyes can tell us. Of course it wouldn't be just anyone on this bus, it would be filled with the characters from the story I am working on. I haven't done it yet, but I do keep picturing us sitting on the bus together. I didn't know Mikiyoshi had a sort of brief case carry all, black with a strap that slung over his shoulder. But I saw it today.
This reminds me a bit of, The Weekend Novelist by Robert J. Ray, where he recommends, an exercise where you write out a dream sequence for your characters. Just sort of stream of consciousness. I started to do it, a long while back, but being me never finished.
Which brings my attention to, I have been creatively loafing.
But I like this idea, the bus ride, for of course we are all traveling together. I thought maybe a train, but that wouldn't be intimate enough. No, it is a bus, and it is bumpy...and we aren't sure, any one of us, that we will ever get there, and we look about at each other hopefully.
speaking of eyes, mine are not the same size, darn isight and blog, I never realized it before these past few months. Maybe I can forget, I forget a great many things.