Return to the Blank Page

Stark white pages abound! In desks, in printer trays, nary a single word to mark them. Each is lifted, stared at, then returned to their place. A single typewriter sits upon the desk, a page slipped in and marginalized. But not a single drop of ink stains the page it holds.

An old man shifts through the various stacks of papers. He sighs, massaging his head with one hand as he looks at each page. He cannot organize them. Then finally, a single dusty sheet is pulled out of the mass of stacks, the first and only page with so much as a letter typed onto it. He stares at it for a time, then sets it beside the typewriter. His thoughts linger on the page as he removes the blank sheet from the typewriter, then slips his treasure within. He turns the knob on the side and returns to his chair.

He stares at each line, few as they are, before he begins to type away. He sneezes as dust is stirred from within the old keyboard, but continues to add words to the only page that isn’t blank in his whole office. He types away, and then when he is satisfied, he begins to read.

My name is Barnabus McGregor. I’m nearing the end of my life, I know, and here is my what I remember of my life.

I have lived and loved, had a family who have come and some who have gone. But names and faces fail me now. Have I eaten today? What am I even typing.

He continues to stare at those simple sentences. He feels, deep down, a sense of pride that he had finally typed, and closes his eyes. A few hours later, a knock could be heard at the door. When the call was unanswered, the door came open, and a young child, nearing the age of ten, stepped into the room. Her expression a mix of worry and wonder, for she never before had entered the room. She woke her great grandfather up from his dreamless sleep, and tell him it is time for supper.

He stands, and slowly shuffles out of the room. But she lingered, and her eyes caught sight of that single page that still hung in the typewriter. She made a mental note to return to the room once supper was done and set out.

When she returned, late in the dusk of night, holding a single flashlight in her hands, she began to give the room a further look. Each page she picked up was filled with story after story. She organized it as she went, his youth in one pile, his adult life in another. She learned of family long past, of distant relatives and even more. His life must have been amazing, she thought, as she continued to read well into the early hours of morning. Then she returned to the typewriter.

She pulled the one sheet from it, setting it aside and placing the only blank sheet left out of the whole office in its place. She typed a couple sentences in, hit return, and read it aloud to herself.

This is the story of my great grandfather, in his own words. I just worry that he has lost so much of his mind that he is unable to see the stacks upon stacks of pages filled with his story around him once he steps foot in his office.

I love you, great grandfather.

Alisha Dorothy McGregor.

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Returning To Writing – Krystal’s Path

It has definitely been a very long time since I last posted. I stopped writing to pursue other interests but with as much time I have had on my hand the last couple weeks I’ve finally returned to writing.

But it isn’t on my Waking Dreams novel. As much as I love the story as it is, but I’m currently stuck on one of the chapters. I’ve thought about skipping it and working on another one but then I’d have to back write the previous chapter.

So instead, I’ve come up with a new approach. I started writing on Krystal’s Path, a short story set in the same world as Waking Dreams. I’ll eventually need to change the title but its all still a work in progress anyways. But with this story comes some challenges I wouldn’t have faced while writing Waking Dreams. Mostly, it’s still a first-person narrative, but the viewpoint is feminine instead of masculine. And as a male that has proven tough one more than one occasion.

But the story is definitely fun. In its current form, it’s definitely going to need a lot of edits once the first draft is finished. But right now I’m focusing purely on getting through the story and its needs. Maybe once I’m done with the draft and some re-reading, I’ll get it polished to be far better.

And maybe with getting back into writing I can start writing my short or flash fiction stories again. I’ve definitely not been doing those as of most of the last year. So here’s to hoping I can get back into everything again.

Sundance

Sundance, an ancient art. A ritualistic fusion of primal dance and doped adrenaline escapades into the mind. A scent more foul than ancient sewers assaulted my nose, along with a mixture of acrid flesh and boiling water.

I had been bound, held without regard on charges only these tribesmen know. What was left of the rest of my expedition crew lain in course piles on the ground. The thunderous, rolling beats of their drums scared off all other creatures, nary a single flap of a wing could be seen through the clear, bright sky.

I wondered, maddened by my surroundings, at what fate I had in store. I had gave up my god days ago, months of capture proving how prayer never worked. I begged forgiveness, now, as the sharp, shrill cry of a blade to stone called out through the rest of the cacophony.

May you all burn in hell, I thought, as the spear tip raised from stone and pointed towards me.

May you all burn in hell.

Image source: Roberto Pazzi/Daily Mail UK

Returning Home

Its almost midnight. I’ve been in Florida since Friday, and here it is almost Tuesday. I have had some fun throughout the weekend but this was a company conference so there was plenty of meetings to be a part of.

Of all the things going through my mind, one thought stands above all; I’m ready to go home. And by that i mean all aspects of home. Work, and seeing how things have gone in my absence. Home, to see my boys and my loving wife whom all I have missed these last few days. But also to take what I have seen and learned and to apply it.

All that said, I hope that my flight home is uneventful and easy. I also hope that once I am home, I can get back into my writings and go from there. I hope everyone is having a fantastic week!

Saying “Hello” From Florida

I’m up early on a beautiful Saturday morning in the state of Florida. I’m at a resort called Gaylord Palms, which is lovely. I might be staying with some stranger in the double room here but I didn’t figure I would have slept so well.

Yesterday was interesting. If you have read my previous post, you would know that yesterday I flew for the first time. Went from Abilene Regional Airport to the DFW, connected flight to florida. The flights both went very well, though I thought my ears were going to burst on the descent into florida.

Now I’m going to go and get started on all the wonderful events I’m here for. Catch you all on Tuesday once I’ve returned!

Apprehensive

Today is the first time I will have ever flown. I’m apprehensive, but also excited at the same time.

The mixed feelings stem from a long wish to fly the world and a real worry caused by years of news of missing or crashing flights. I cant remember if it was the first Final Destination or one of the subsequent ones, but in it the very first scene involved a plane crash of some type. So I image that a lot of people are equally as mixed about flying as I am.

I’m just hoping that both flights today and my one for next week are all equally uneventful and fun.

Wish me luck!

Saturday Update

Latest on “Waking Dream”

Chapter 2 is now available on Wattpad! For those who like to read, subscribe and vote, here is your link:
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In other news, have been making further progress in the story of David. Some of this stuff twists in interesting yet definitive ways, searching for meaning, guessing towards the afterlife, among other subtle themes included in the story. I don’t have the word count on hand, but 22 chapters have been (mostly) finished with a goal of thrice that number. Need to get back into actually writing more, but life be tough currently and I just need to stop letting me get distracted!

Happy drafting!