Rain in Ireland
The rain in Ireland is... cold! I'm tired of rain. I want to see stars. And sunrises. And sunsets. Better yet, I want to see your stars and sunrises and sunsets.
So, I'm in Dublin right now. I've been in Ireland for the past three days (it's rained every day!) and am leaving tomorrow to go to London. September is a big traveling month for me until my teaching job in France starts in October. September is also a big writing month for me. I've actually done some of my very best writing in the past on trains and planes so I'm planning on writing some great stuff for you guys this month.
I know my posts haven't been that frequent over the summer, but now that I've left Chicago and all of my responsibilities there, my focus is on this play. I hope you will post often and keep me inspired as I'm writing. I really need your voices (written here on this blog... i don't have telepathy powers, you know) to make this thing work.
If you're not into any of the prompts I've given you at the moment, then write me something else. The only thing I ask is that you write me LOTS and OFTEN and that you include lots of DETAILS about whatever or whomever you're writing so that I can picture it.
Overwhelm me, guys. In return, I'll try to overwhelm you with an AWESOME new play.
More soon from London. Write!!!!
posted by Joy @ 4:03 PM
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Last weekend, me and my cousins went out to my aunts cabin on a lake, although it's not so much a cabin as it is a house. At around midnight, when it was very dark, the neighbours put on some fireworks, so me and my cousin Asia went upstairs, and jumped the banister of the balcony on the second floor, thus landing us on the roof. As i had mentioned, it was very dark, so no one could see us there, which was a good thing since we weren't supposed to be there in the first place. we sat on the roof with a blanket covering us, looking up at the stars which were sprinkled in with the colorful spectacle the fireworks provided. Every once and a while we would look down and see the rest of our families in the backyard around the campfire, never once looking up to see us sitting there staring at them. The fireworks were beautiful, and when they finished we continued to sit under the stars and listen to the conversations the others were having, which was very peacful and relaxing. i would have fallen asleep up there if it weren't for the thought of rolling off the roof.
During all this i thought of my character. I thought that this was the kind of situation that she would be most comfortable in. Not having to talk with anyone extensively about one thing - just sitting and enjoying the sights together...with whomever. I'm going to name her... Jess... for reference. Her real name is Jessica, but she never liked it. it seemed to "preppy" for her. She prefers to be thought of as the silent type, although she doesn't say much around people she doesn't know, when she does get comfortable around someone she can sometimes talk for hours, but it usually takes a very long time for her to get that comfortable.
During the summer, when we were camping on Vancouver Island, we stayed at this very small campground. It wasn't the greatest, but down the road a little ways was a river that opened up to the ocean. One day, at four in the morning, me and my cousins woke up, grabbed our fishing rods, and headed out to the mouth of the river. We stayed there and fished all morning. it was absolutely beautiful. Most of the time I sat on a log that was lying on the beach and stared out at the ocean and watched the sun rise over the horizon. The reflexion of the light of the sun on the waves was absolutely breathtaking.
It was similar to when me and my cousins went fishing on a lake last weekend. we stayed out and watched the sunset. depending on which way you looked, the reflexion of the light was different. if you looked one way, you could see the sun hitting the water, and it made a spectacle of oranges, yellows and reds. but if you looked the other way, you could see reflexions of the moon and darkness, so the colors were blue, purple, and pinks. it was gorgeous
Mmm, yes. Flying and stars. I've been inspired by this as well in my month of travels. I agree with you that it's being in the middle of the stars, possibly even being mistaken for a star, that is especially... special. Thanks for that.
And Molly -- I can totally picture you and your cousins on your roof. A lovely description. I'm curious what Jess was thinking of on that rooftop...
Jess hey? well, let me think. if Jess was on that rooftop, as i said before she would be very comfortable. she would sit and stare at the stars watching how the fireworks comingled with them. she would think about how the sparks of the fireworks seem to be the same size as the stars, only she knows the stars are huge in comparison. this would make her think about how perception is such a major part of our lives, and how everything is relative. for example, to one person, a certain apple appears red. but if that same person was to look through another persons eyes, that same apple might look green, but the second person (who belongs to the second pair of eyes)would see that green as being red. therefore, they are both seeing different colors, but they see them both as red. does that make sense? so we don't know what other people are seeing. we may look one way to ourselves but to someone else we may look totally different, but, although that would be strange to us, it is normal to them.
this sort of reminds me of color blindness. now, i'm not saying that maybe people are color blind and we don't know it, or that perception has only to do with color, but i'm just using this as an example. my 6 year old brother drew a picture not long ago. he is color blind. he colored the grass orange, the sky pink, and the peoples faces green. now, to us, this is bizzare and we assume he has been smoking a bit to much crack, but to him, this is perfectly normal. that is how he sees the world. if we were to look through his eyes, everything would change.
now, obviously this is a little extreme, but mabey it's the same with everyone else.
i hope this made sense
sorry, i realise i spelt mabey/maybe wrong about 5 times. i still don't know how to proporly spell it.
Okay. So Jess is sitting on the rooftop thinking about perception and the trick distance plays on size and her friend, Molly whose little brother is colorblind...
What does the rooftop look like? There have been several references on this blog to rooftops and so I think there needs to be a rooftop in the play but all I can picture are the fake looking ones you see in tv shows. Is it slanted? How does one get out there? How high up is it? What are Edmonton rooftops like?
And, how do you feel about the name Jessi? Or Jessie? I know a few Jess' who are hindering my ability to imagine your Jess without their characteristics and I know one Jessi, vaguely, who reminds me a bit of your Jess, at least physically how I picture her.
well, my little brother is color blind. but she could have a little brother too... Jessie is fine. i like that name.
okay, edmonton rooftops. yes it is slanted, but not too slanted just slanted enough to look like a normal roof, but not slanted enough to be scary and make you feel like you're going to fall off. usually a dark green or brown shingles. there are 2 ways to get up onto the roof. 1) climb over railing of the balcony which is placed directly on the roof with a door to the entrance or 2) use a ladder.
the roof is sort of high up. not extremly high, about the height of the roof of a 1 story house.
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