The joy of making noise! This week our bare mannequin is draped not in words but in a joyous howling. Howling simply because it can.
And I pass on an inspiring quote from Agnes De Mille in a letter to Martha Graham.
What I’m Writing This Week
I’m sharing a 100-word piece I wrote for my writing group. Keeping it short for the holiday weekend. Please enjoy.
I wish I knew how to howl. Howl properly, like a dog. Like Malachi, the German Shepherd that lives next door. Ventura County fire station #36 sits across the creek from our condo complex. When a quiet day is pierced by a fire truck’s blaring horn and screaming siren, Malachi replies from his second-floor patio. A long, high-pitched howl, with a short gravelly decay. Then another. I’ve seen him do this, tail wagging in what I assume is the pure joy of making noise. Is pure joy possible without making noise?
An old woman selling flowers on a city sidewalk. A fresh college grad at a new job. Life ain’t what it seems. I offer this week’s story bite, “City Sidewalks.”
And a few fun quotes from mystery novels I’m reading.
“…the smell of seaweed pressed against his face like a hand.” John Sandford, describing the beach at dawn, in Ocean Prey.
Notable quotes from recent thrillers.
My latest story bite: “The Knot in His Heart.”
My COVID-caused reading slump is over! Our mannequin is dressed with authors’ written words. Words I’ve read!
My own story bite this week is titled “Feu! Feu!“
Endings and new beginnings. A woman expects her glorious morning will turn to shit by nightfall. We dress this week’s mannequin form with a touch of darkness.
My story bite is inspired by several Edward Hopper paintings. Thanks for stopping by to read it.