Posted on June 6, 2003 in Book of Days
Note: This is part of a series based on exercises from A Writer’s Book of Days. It’s something of a rebellion against the Friday Five and similar tupperware content memes.
Today’s topic: You are standing on one side of a closed door.
Tonight my mind got bored with the topic. I wrote for two whole pages — the first ten lines of which spoke of a cold rain rushing down and my key on the other side of the door, which was white with two squares at the top and four rectangles below; a judas hole just before the intersection of the upper cross. I dreamed of being in my plump red retro chair which feels good to me because it is nearly a cube where I can box myself for several hours and get good things written.
Then I exclaimed something completely tangential, unrelated to the topic of a closed door. I did not stop this thief of my attention. I went along and in that, maybe, I have the birth of some good stuff to use elsewhere.
I didn’t go through that door. I turn and ran as hard as I could into the chaparral. There was better material there. You may see the place where the greasewood sprouted in some other piece of mine, if not here, out there.
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Tomorrow’ topic/prompt: Write about something that came in a box.