By ice rivers
Real quick while the clock ticks and Lynn is on the treadmill.
I spent the afternoon processing.
This is how I process.
I go to my man cave and begin to read.
Today its Norman Mailer's Oswald's Tale
I read along until I come across something that I didn't know or something I knew that is expressed in a way that I have never heard before.
After three or four of these I usually shut the book and take a nap.
During the nap those new thoughts leap into the locker room.
The locker room is where the beginnings of stories are stored.
New thoughts head for lockers...some empty some almost full.
Upon waking up, I by habit now, head for the keyboard which means I'm strolling through the locker room waiting for a locker to catch my attention. I go over, open the locker and usually an idea that I had stashed during a previous bout of man cave processing starts to emerge.
That's the best part
Even better than the manifestation that occurs when the idea transforms into letter, words, paragraphs that remain.
I stash those away for awhile as well.
In a different part of the locker room.
Then I step into that part of the locker room and see what's ready to get into uniform.
I dress it up...put on the pads and the eyeblack and send it out into the game.
I love it.
Lynn just walked a half a mile.
She probably won't remember it.
I just wrote this.
It went right into the game.
I'll remember it.
t's right here where I can find it.