Taking the story for a walk

15 March 2011 By Wistar 3 In Books & authors, Words

When I am struggling to write a short story, I often elect to take it for a walk. I’m like, “Come on Story, let’s get some fresh air.” So the story and I go meandering through Central Park, where my story can inhale the pure-bred piss of other stories, where it can take huge dumps in the grass, dumps which I can then pick up and discard in labeled shit receptacles, where it can try to hump the legs of more attractive stories, and sometimes novels. Occasionally I let the story off the leash, letting it charge across the meadow, kicking up dirt and cigarette butts, delighting me with its freewheeling ways, but then an urban park ranger fines me $100 ($5 for every curse word, $10 for every inapt metaphor), and my story and I return home, both of us tired, demoralized, and hungry for bacon scraps.

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3 Comments on "Taking the story for a walk"

Robin from Looziana
15/03/2011 at 3:50 pm Permalink

Your stories sound much sadder than my dogs. They are pretty perky on their walks. Would you like to exchange my dogs for your stories?
Love,
Robin
Wistar
15/03/2011 at 4:00 pm Permalink

My stories are like the humiliated dogs at the dog park whose owners dress them in knitted booties & sweaters.
Israel Thurmond
22/04/2012 at 7:55 am Permalink

This is one awesome blog.Much thanks again. Awesome.