Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Carry a heavy pot

It's funny, the places your mind can take your body. Especially a mind that's in the middle of other people's lives.

I'm in a new place now. A new world with new people. Itsy, Mimi, Fee. Eleanore, Carmen, Anthony.... They are telling me their stories. Speaking in layers that come together and pull apart the still flimsy cheesecloth of the story arc.

I run for paper, for napkins, for an open laptop. I write pages for them. Pages that make them breathe with each character I type. Characters for characters. Keys for keys. Unraveled memories.

And before I know it, I'm standing at the kitchen counter with a pencil in one hand and a very heavy pot in the other. My arm begins to hurt and I look down. How long have I been holding that All Clad pot? Was I on the way to the sink? To fill it up with water? Was I?

It doesn't matter.

I use it. I drop it on the floor and hear the sound it makes. A heavy clang.

Itsy dropped the pot. It made a heavy clang and the water spilled out around her, thinner than blood but slippery all the same. Clean it up Itsy, clean it up like you cleaned up the blood all those years ago.

What about you? Has your writing made you do anything odd lately?

29 comments:

  1. Suzy, that first line is like so true!
    "It's funny the places your mind can take your body"

    As soon as I read it I kept repeating it.

    ReplyDelete
  2. Nothing more than posting a thousand year old picture of myself on my blog. :)

    ReplyDelete
  3. wow. . . just wow. . . where does my mind take my body. . .

    ReplyDelete
  4. Especially in that time frame between wake and sleep.

    ReplyDelete
  5. Oh yes, I've been mind-hijacked. I'm sure anyone watching from the outside of my head would think I was one of those "away" ones. Because that's what happens, you go to the other place. I should wear a nametag saying: Writer. May be out to lunch.

    ReplyDelete
  6. Oh please, all the time. It's like some new form of dementia. Authorintentia?

    ReplyDelete
  7. and a new picture.
    very nice.

    no. i dont think it's made me do odd things.
    i do those all by myself.
    no impetus needed.

    ReplyDelete
  8. Oh yes, I'm all sorts of wierd because of my writing.

    And, is this wonderful new story your MG one?

    ReplyDelete
  9. I get lost so many times throughout the day in moments like this one

    ReplyDelete
  10. So funny you mention it. Just tonight, I put the milk in the pantry instead of the fridge while I was reading one of my chapters. My son pointed it out, and shook his head. But, look at that awesome description you got out of your mistake. I didn't get nothin' except giggles from my kiddos.

    ReplyDelete
  11. I'm losing my mind does that count? I think it's just a consequence of having small children. I LOVED the excerpt!

    ReplyDelete
  12. Excellent excerpt--but then, you know how I like your stuff.

    I liked that line too, about where your mind can take your body. It's both a blessing and a curse.

    ReplyDelete
  13. not yet...but I know it will happen. LOL.

    ReplyDelete
  14. My writing frequently makes me burn dinner... well, that is my excuse!
    Love that little paragraph from your WIP... can I read that one too? Pretty Please???

    There is an award for you on my blog :)

    ReplyDelete
  15. This post was brilliant! Yes - I, too have been caught at the odd moment with the 'itchy fingers' as I call it. In the middle of washing the dog once..."I'll just jot down a line or two..." In the middle of cooking..."I have to write this down or I'll forget" - then the food was burned. Being a writer is so awesome, but it does make us look like crazy people, sometimes... :)

    ReplyDelete
  16. Have also been mindjacked, several times in fact, and thank goodness most of the times didn't put my body in jeopardy!

    ReplyDelete
  17. Man, this post gives me chills. It's so true.

    You should see the funny poses and faces I make when I'm writing and no one's watching.

    ReplyDelete
  18. Yes, but I'm too embarrassed to mention it. ;P

    ReplyDelete
  19. I haven't dropped any pots. Though, now I'm wondering what I might have done, and not yet noticed, while in one of those brilliant trances...

    ReplyDelete
  20. Sometimes I'm driving and I won't know if the light I just passed was green or red. Because I'm thinking. No one hit me, or honked, so I assume all is well.

    ReplyDelete
  21. Heck yes! I frequently wonder: was I ever sane?

    Love the excerpt!

    ReplyDelete
  22. occupational hazard, this down the rabbit hole business :)

    ReplyDelete
  23. Oh yes, most definitely. I guess it's a form of research for our writing? Clicked over from Karen Walker's blog, enjoyed browsing!

    ReplyDelete
  24. Hah! I came from Karin Walker's blog, too, and of course I identify with my mind being on multiple tracks—it's sort of Zen, it's sort of fine, it's sort of bad sometimes.

    Yesterday a.m., on the way to an early-morning potluck at my son's school, I was exhorting him and my husband to hurry up, and I spilled coffee all down the front of my sweater and over my cell phone. The phone is OK—I think—but in this case, maybe my wandering mind was telling me something. When I washed the sweater later, I noticed it had at least three big holes. So I saved myself from some fashion embarrassment.

    Anyway, Suzy, I'm following your blog now. You can find me at Martha Nichols Online (http://marthanicholsonline.blogspot.com) or Talking Writing (http://talkingwriting.blogspot.com).

    Here's to mental wandering, dark or bright...

    ReplyDelete
  25. Wow, just Wow! How do you do it?
    Suzyhaze, the way you write is amazing. I'm glad you're in my life.
    And nothing like that has happened to me, as far as I know, but I think I simply don't "get in the zone" like you do.

    ReplyDelete
  26. How easy it is to, getting "into the flow," forget about everything around. Yesterday I forgot my husband was waiting for me to start dinner. I was engrossed in writing my sample chapter for my book proposal. You could have asked me my name and I could have taken a minute to think before I would answer. It's so nice, my fellows creative people, to find out the things we all do at times, transported by an idea far away from the immediate reality. It makes me feel normal.

    ReplyDelete