It may seem that I've disappeared for awhile, considering my last post was sometime early July. But I'm still here and I've some story ideas.
In the mean time: I picked a "writing day" (a day that I have to write, no matter what). Friday is my most "powerful" day of the week, so I chose that to be the day. Last Friday was my first official writing day, and this is what I came up with:
August 28, 2009
Dear America,
Why do you have to move so quickly, as an elusive cheetah would? What are we rushing toward? Are we in the final stretch toward the finish line? I do not know how much more my tired cane can take. I am sorry I have so many questions and you do not have the time to answer them.
My generation has some complaints and passing wisdom for you America. If you want to fall into this trap, then that is your choice. Do not take us with you. Do not rush us to our graves. We will be there faster than you think.
On behalf of the elder generation, we wish you would not run when you are in our presence. We do not appreciate being hurried through our meals. We hate watching you addict the youth to this drug. All we have left to contribute to society is our wisdom. It hurts that you cannot take a moment to listen.
If you had a moment, this is what we would tell you: life is precious; why are you rushing through it? When you are old, you will leave the speed trap to fall into a new one of your memories; take the time to create good ones. When your body becomes old and tired, sometimes you will have to say, “The hell with it” and get up slowly.
Of course this is still in draft form, and it may not go very far, but the point of this was to make sure that I write at least once a week.
That's it for now. I'll be back
