There Are Stories Hidden Within My Booty...

So my brother that's trying to kill me, was also pestering me about writing a story...any story. He's correct of course. (I was gonna say "right" there, but I didn't want there to be confusion) It used to feel right writing, but then it left. I'm not certain why or when my compass started spinning. Perhaps it's my magnetic personality. That may also explain all of those damaged tape fees I had to pay at Blockbuster Video.

Writing was always fun for me. It's something that I used to love doing. Somewhere within these walls is a chest full of things I've written over the years. Within that chest are some great adventures that I took within my mind...endless conversations, genius ideas that have,sadly, remained within my booty for years...

So without further hesitation, I sat down and played a game of Madden. However I couldn't help noticing that Ernest Hemingway was staring at me and laughing.

Allow me to explain. A few years ago I went to Key West and visited The Hemingway Home while I was there. In the gift shop I picked up an image I've never seen of the man. It's a close-up of his face and he's laughing. If you go, you'll see it there. It's the only one like it I've seen. I've not seen it online, and I'm not going to post it, You need to do this quest and grab one for yourself. (and take a towel...just in case) Since my return from The Keys, this image has resided above my television to look down and laugh at me.

So, because of the Ernest taunting I'd received, I sat down to write some great American bullshit.

*knuckles crack*

"It was a dark and stormy night..."

Unfortunately, the last time I'd written was on paper. I would have to go buy a new laptop. The screen for the previous laptop was now crumpled up and on the floor. Two cats across the room stared at the crumpled screen shaking their butts.

- (porpoise) -

ok...new laptop. Here we go...

...nothing...

OMG, I've got procrastinating writers block...

I've no idea if I thought of this or it's something I've learned, but it's 100% true, ANY story can start from two people sting at a table having a conversation. (preferably NOT on a dark and stormy night) The tale may not even have those two within, it's just a jumping on point. Perhaps in a re-write, the author may choose to remove them and just get to the story they tell, but it can certainly start from two people at a table having a conversation.

So I have my start...two people sitting at a table.

- Side note here about myself. I've always had a compulsion that things needed to be even and fair. I remember as a child, if I touched my thumb with my finger then all of my other fingers had to touch my thumb or it wasn't fair. I'm relatively positive that this is why my math teachers always talked very slowly to me. Certainly there's an acronym for this compulsion, but I've no idea what it is and I'd clearly mess it up as I'd have to make sure there were an even number of letters on both sides of the acronym. -

Back to the yarn (It's very difficult spinning a yarn with two cats in the room)...two people sitting at a table...I need to be more inclusive with this for this modern era of readers. I should have one of the characters carry a challenge that others can relate to. Something that is common. Something that can cause difficulty, yet the people that deal with it move on and live full lives.

So there they sit. Two people at a table...I'll call them John and George...and George iiiiiiisssss...uhmmm...deaf?!? Yes! George is deaf! Perfect! Really going now...John and George are sitting at a table and George is deaf...

"It was a gloriously sunny day. 

John sat at the table staring straight ahead at George's face. His long hair danced slightly as the ceiling fan across the room kept waking it from it's rest. There was so much that had gone unsaid and today was the day that the cards would find their place.

Within moments Richard was expected to arrive and the swordplay of accusations could commence. John's unflinching gaze continued as he opened his mouth to..."

wait...that's not fair. If George is deaf, then John has an auditory advantage right from the start. He may have a hidden feeling of superiority that causes him to look down on George, and that's not the John I know.

I want to come outta the gate with these two sitting on even ground. This will only be fair if both of them are deaf. That'll work out better. Neither one of them has an advantage. Even playing field. Here we go....

Recap, we have George and John...both are deaf and are sitting at at table awaiting the arrival of Richard...preparing to have a conversation that will change all of their lives...forever...ok, back to it.

"Within moments Richard was expected to arrive and the swordplay of accusations and excuses could commence. There had always been a kinship between John and George. Over their years, the music of life had caused both their hearing to drop like a stone to silence. John's unflinching gaze continued as he raised his hands and said..."

...crap...

...I'll be under my bed with the cats watching sign language tutorials on YouTube.

@GlenEwing

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