Actually, it’s 8 minutes into Day Four of my week here in Jonesborough. But I’m still awake from this morning, so speaking circadianly, it’s still Day Three.
I test drove a brand new story today — “Thomas the Rhymer.” It has come together nicely. I think it’s the closest I’ve come to creating literature. I’m not claiming “great” literature. But the way it’s built, the way it mirrors and echoes itself, the patterns and motifs that bind it together takes it beyond a simple, straight narrative. This is a story that started almost exactly two years ago with a phone call from my aunt and ended with a champagne toast at her funeral four months later. I blogged about it as II experienced it. And then it lay like a cold stone inside of me until early this year. It’s a story birthed with the help of many midwives.
Tomorrow is Crone Day, and by popular request, I’m doing The Bob Mapplethorpe Memorial Condom Wallet.
It’s 12:30, Thursday morning. We had a heavy rain today. I think the lightning bugs are waterlogged. There are only a few of them, and their blinkage can only be described as desultory.
**I love egregious typos!