Unanticipated

Today, I spent a goodly amount of time not generating words but strategizing plot. If you’ve read any of my previous posts then you’ll know that I’m not at all convinced that my story has any sort of dramatic arc. Rumor has it that’s a good thing to have. I didn’t want my characters to feel bad or unworthy, so this morning I set out their futures.

The three major plot lines aren’t woven together yet but atleast each of them has a general outline. Even with that, the writing still produces surprises, like the unspeakable behavior of the guy in line at the salad bar scene. Really? Touching yourself in public? Think of the children! I never saw that one coming.

So still there are surprises–in the writing and in real life. Yesterday I met a man outside the coffee shop who, had he been 30 years younger and not, well, a man (and a gay one at that) then we would have fallen in love. He had long flowing white hair, skin like silk crinkle chiffon, had been in theater in New York, and now performed poetry in San Francisco. Our connection was so immediate, playful, and sparkly that I have to assume that the muses were just playin’ with us, reminding us that the separation between reality and fantasy, between expectation and possibility, is a thin, gauzy illusion. I’m so glad they did.

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