White Trash at Flat Rock

With this work, it seems I start with something that really happened, I wanted to happen, or I feared would happen. Then I call upon my childhood training as a prank phone call maker and get down and devious.

By staying with a simple chronological narrative and a limited number of characters and settings, hopefully things will remain clear as the work progresses. I’ve had a lot of experience in imagining the worst. If you go far enough with that process the silliness becomes obvious.

A popular excercise for performing musicians racked with nerves at a performance is to imagine everyone in the audience is naked. Think about it. You’d see things you never dreamed of; a formerly well-dressed gentleman sitting there with a big black patch of sharpie marker where the hole in his silk dress sock was, perhaps a lovely woman with wig-head – just on the side where the fake pony tail attaches.

Anyway, imagining can be fun and quite useful.

Kay Dacus has some interesting takes on creativity on her site at http://kayedacus.com/2009/01/27/becoming-a-writer-creativity-inspiration/

Almost daily, I meet up with a group of people to walk our dogs at a lovely reservoir called Flat Rock. The dogs and people are quite a cast of characters. “Someone just has to write about this,” one of the walkers keeps saying.

So, here we are. The people, dogs and some events are based on real life. The story morphs into fiction along the way. I have an artist on board who plans to do illustrations. Chapters are short and sweet, since we are so used to reading bits and pieces of things through all this new media.

I’ll post a chapter here and there. Enjoy and let me know what you think.

Anne