From My Driveway
From My Driveway
My only creative writing in the last few decades, --> the gilding of resumes, and the psychotic possession of love letters.
All efforts better lost in time and spaces.
Could cross examine here , insert the conjunctive contradiction, but, ....
but no body writes letters any more.
Unless one knows of, inter-courses with, the forums on the inter-net.
Most at home writing is utilitarian, shopping lists, and dictates on what to take out of freezer for tonight's .
At work is an acronym chart for cryptic labeling. 30 or so verbs and a few score nouns.
For fun or pure bloody mindedness can free associate, fake it, or be creative with in the limitations.
Sometimes scribbling down a few letters in seconds is akin to getting lucky with the haiku format,
sometimes it's just willful preteen humor alluding to the polishing of Johnson Rods.
Saw this essay enterprise as more interactive entertainment, an umpired sand *castling* at low tide,
then an academic exercise or a literary tour de force.
Assigned a topic and fed Emil's treatment of that material as a sample, a starting point, run in any direction for 1200 words and 30 days.
To me the ideas were prime and the art to be left to however the pieces needed pushing around after the blessing of spell check.
So, 1200 seemed unobtainable with out the dramatic context. Telling enough of the story so the essay could stand alone.
From my driveway, the contest's core concept was that fans of FO, conversant with the FO story could set up a scenario,
on par, or better
than professionals obsessed with archetypes and stereotypes --- (psycho babble now market samples) --
on par, or better
than the pro's paid to perform a concoction in nex gen narrative minimalism, a premise dictated by marketing focus groups.
Their resultant issue, a *massively* FPS with RPG aspirations, point and clicking lots of targets for an experience / gold grind to phat loot.
Don't think I posted in, or posted on, anywhere, after the '07 holidays, until some moment February '08. Surprise, a writing contest!
So, 1200 words seemed out of reach, until I started to play out my BOS characters motivations on this little table top with spell check.
30 days to rewrite 1200 stand alone words, 30 days to 'polish Johnson Rod', became a luring possibility.
Never got there.
Time and tide intervention.
Thought my ideas were good enough, had some metal.
Submitted my assay to a jury of FO peers.
My prize, a PM to notice a sample essay that exploited the power of repetition, somebody read and remembered, so my 15 minutes of fame.
Now? Get to read the top ten with more focus and savor, with the esprit de corp of shared experience.
In Americana car culture, 'from my drive way', implies view point at the end of the journey.
From my drive way, from my context, this contest was a welcome opportunity, and worth the trip.
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) But let's not turn this to another Grim Reaper's Sprint thing.
From your works I realized I need to improve on my descriptions and imagery, plus some knowledge of American geography would probably help. 
