I’ve been asked how much time a day I spend writing. If you write, you know that’s a trick question. If you want to know how much time I spend sitting down, deliberately doing writery things, the answer varies from day to day. More properly, I write 24/7. I went to an outdoor concert last night (more about this at the WEBLAHG, my personal blog), and saw that one of the walkway/staircases–the one farther from the stage–was blocked with movable fencing in a brilliant white.
So I’m like, “Someone seen entering vanishes. Easy to come in, wander over to fencing under cover of these overhanging bushes, get out there. Child? Adult? Kidnapping? Establishing a false alibi?”
I was looking at the people, listening to how they behave toward one another, how they sound, how they dress, why they seemed to be there–to listen to the music? to air out the kids?
The houses around the venue, the different kinds of boats, the different kinds of cars and motorcycles, the different food smells from the nearby restaurants, the logos on the folding chairs people brought…. It’s all material. It’s all writing.
Everything is writing.
writing prompt: PAY ATTENTION!