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My New Project

I don't really know where I'm going with this yet. I had a dream a couple of weeks ago that I just couldn't shake, so I figured it was time to write it out. I have a bit more of this already done, but I thought I'd start by posting just the beginning as I don't really have another stopping point yet.


    For the last thirty-two hours I had been desperately trying to block out memories that were once again threatening to overtake me as I was rushing to find my way through the Los Angeles airport. Memories that I thought I had dealt with, ones that no longer caused pain when they surfaced. It didn’t help that this was my first flight, and my stomach was already feeling a bit queasy at the thought. God, I’d be thirty by the end of the year, and still, I had never set foot on an airplane. It wasn’t fear, exactly, I had just never had reason until now to get on one. I preferred the ground, and in honesty if I had the time to drive to Boston I would have done so, and damn the days it would have taken to get there. While I was thinking of honesty, I should have reminded myself I was in no condition to be driving that long stretch of highway.

    Thankfully I found my terminal, just as they called for final boarding, no less, I didn’t have the time or patience to wait for a second flight. After stowing my small carry on I practically fell into the empty isle seat, not thankful that the others around me were already occupied. I would rather be alone.

    Wanting to discourage talk, and also wanting to find something to distract my mind, I fished for my small music player in my worn shoulder bag and pulled on the headphones. I switched it on, and waited for whatever randomized song would play as the plane began its way down the runway. The sound of classic Chris Ledoux filled my ears as we took off, something no one would have guessed from my outside appearance. Country music was the one thing from my childhood I never escaped, and never had the desire to do so. Over the years it had developed and changed, and I welcomed the newer songs as well as those I had grown up with, but rarely listened to anything that couldn’t somehow be classified as country.

    Books and magazines began to appear once we were in the air, others trying to find something to occupy their time for the six-hour flight. Inwardly I cursed, vividly picturing my own paperback on my nightstand of all places. I had hastily dog-eared a page right in the middle of a particularly interesting chapter after the call. Once I had flipped my cell shut the intrigue of a murder mystery had left me, but now I could only wish I had it in front of me again. I shifted my weight, trying to find a comfortable position in a chair that was anything but comfortable. My long legs were already cramped from the closeness of the passenger in front of me, and I became resigned to the fact that I wasn’t likely to find comfort until after we had landed.

    A particularly lively song ended, and was replaced by a slow tune I instantly recognized with a jolt after the first few notes. Out of some 1,500 songs it had to stop at this one, the one that always reminded me of Phillip from the first time I had heard it. No matter where I was, what I was doing, he always seemed to suddenly be there, and this time was no different. I should have skipped it, moved on to the next track, but instead I shut my eyes and let the memories come.

Comments

Intriguing! (Shall we settle for mutual curiosity, then?) You're so very good at setting up a scene and telling smaller stories within stories, just hinting at the larger story to come - you really know how to draw an audience in, and even though it doesn't sound like something I'd usually read, I really do want to know what happens, how and why did this character get here, who's Phillip... And as someone who's just recently been flying in and out of the airport - YES, you nailed exactly what it's like in a plane full of crowded people! (I'm short and my legs were still not happy about it...)

Actually, just reading that is teaching me a whole lot about scene setting-versus-flooding... I might take it with me to work tomorrow and gnaw on it a bit, if work isn't too crazy and I end up bored in the office again in the afternoon... ;)
Glad to hear about the airport thing, it's been so long since I've flown. That looks really odd...Like it shouldn't even be a word...Flown, spellcheck doesn't hate it, but I'm too lazy to look it up this morning and see if it is!

Anyways, you give me so much confidence, I have to tell you that. When I first started writing it was awful, I can hardly read my first stuff, let alone let someone else look at it. I guard it like a twelve year old with a diary, lol. It was full of nothing but dialogue, so whenever I can accomplish a scene/section/chapter, and be able to minimize it I'm pretty proud of myself.

I have almost all of this story in my head, I'm just unsure how long it will be, and when I can get back to it. Right now I have actually felt like working on Tiger Eyes, which has to take priority. There just isn't enough hours in the day!