Nobody stateside has seen Denny for at least twenty years. Last I knew he was in the Canary Islands or Sussex or Santorini. He’s seventy-five now and he’s probably still a great advertisement for profligate drinking. I’ve been going through my innumerable caches of writing prompts and found Denny’s pitch for a movie script. Fade in to Rino, a marginal character, never J.Q. honest citizen, but not a hard core criminal. He’s addicted to stealing cars he’s fallen in love with. Now he sees maybe a GTO convertible and steals it. High on the experience, Rino joy-rides. Fun until the cops pick him up. Downtown reality strikes hard…
Imagine Rino sees this gecko right before he hears the cop siren, and write us what happens to him in the next 12 hours.
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Unblocking 2: You may be mystified by the way you can be joyfully writing, then find yourself without words. Most of us who write have done so since we were children; and too often we began writing to ease fears and hurts and find a way through our angers. In my writing circles, I’ve often heard writers tell us that their childhoods were marked by familial invasions of their writing – moms or dads or siblings who snooped in diaries or private journals. There might have been too little interest or encouragement – or too much.
I believe that as we occupy our lives, so we occupy our writing. Most of us need space to do that. Writing is a private gift – unless or until we choose to share it. Try using these words as a prompt, then write for as long as you need to: My dear kid, I’m here. I hope you will tell me about your words. Did they matter? Did you love them?
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