Mallorca The Writers Paradise.

I never thought about it until i did, but the fact that I WAS LIVING IN THE WRITERS Paradise has a great deal to do with the fact that It is easier to read a book than it is to write one. But why should it be just as simple? All things considred from a stand point of universal balance, we could argue that it makes no sense at all that a 300 page book should seriously take about as long to write it as it takes to read it. And come up with all the little nick nacks that make a truly great piece of writing. Pace charachter, or 'lack of characters' antagonist, protagonist, Etc. As our hero and heroines become our loves and addictions.

Three days Max...

About a hundred pages a day. including the time it takes you to eat that mid day meal.. I always seem to just skip the fast break all together when im on a hot streak, some where around 1.43 I realize that all the shops are shut till the afternoon so I might as well just keep on writing till 5.30. Then I might make a salad or a tasty pasta, and get back 'on it' tilll the sun goes down at 9 where by its time to water the plants and start thinking about dinner... At ten thirty my wife pulls down the drive And I realize that I forgot to Make Dinner and Water the garden, But I have been enmeshed in some absolutely Divine description of some fantastic 'free flowing metaphor' , 'on the wings of doves,' "sliding loves sugar slipper down the throat of innocence as she hikes up her skirt with a smile and a thank you. Only to be blown out the door with the next passing wind." But to the outside world,.. and my wife I'am just sucked into my computer farting on the porch... Ahhhh Mallorca...

The Writers Paradise...

So I hop Up and Begin to Ask The Usual "So How was your day Dear?"

Getting a full detailed description of all the things that could possibly happen to a woman who is a Massage therapist At The local Med Coastal Beach Spot. Tales Of Tourists from Every Walk of life With Body Sizes and Histories ranging from the bright and beutific to absolutely glum or Glowing! Full Color Stories with Characters from beyond imagination, and tales just as Flourecent. You see my wife is an amazing story teller and this leads to her distinct dissapointment when the subject turns to me, and she asks with those bright beautfull eyes,., and you how was your day my love????

Hmmm. Now thats...

a good question...

Now here is where the challange comes in.. How does a Writer Re-Cap their DAY?... with a song? surely not with a news letter or press release.. or how bout a quick Short Story?

What do I tell Her? DO I break down bit by bit the fact that I havent even moved All day because I have been typing as fast as my little fingeres could comprehend, the wild words wrestling themselves free from my very being?

"Ive been Dancing with The Muses Rapt Darling"..

Could I decribe in detail the relationship that I was Having with Innocence while she was at Work?? IT and if I didnt would innocence tell the tale when I wasent writting??

I should hope so!

I had a buddy tell me once that that,, was Never a good Idea.., But He wasent so bright and So i never listened any way,,. but I never New what to say so I would just say...

Great! I had a Great Day.

And She would look at me with those eyes squinting narrower as the cheecks widened "thats it ? Just Great?"

"Well no, Not Just Great It Was Really Goo,.. ... I Mean,..."

"No really! It was great." And I would Appear at this moment to be at a loss for words but my wife knows im not really at a loss because she knows how many words I Know, down to the letter...

...And Lots of em I don't Know, but A loss For Words Just Aint gonna Be Good Enough! And So I try to reconstruct my day, in my writers 'Stream of conciousness,' Did I get Some Phone Calls? Did I ... Did i have A meeting?? so many things floating in the stream I swim out to one that looks like it can save me but...

"No, Not that I can Think of..." is all that comes out of my mouth and she says "What?" and I say "Nothing" Realizing i'm mumbling half baked thoughts to her, & slowly treading water in The Stream until im just all wet with it, but "I JUST CANT PUT IT INTO WORDS RIGHT NOW" Suddenly leaps out of the 32cnd story of my mind with out warning and no notice, Heading straight for the stream! And I hope I PACKED THAT URBAN PARACHUTE WITH LUNCH THIS MORNING. Then I remember I didnt Pack A Lunch, or a parachute. I stayed Home and Worked On The Stream From my Desk On The Mountain top. And She Looks At Me & just Plants A kiss On My lips and says "uhuh. Ok! You know only the way your wife can do it , but not to be confused with the way your mother used to do it... Great Your Day Was Great."

And I just wanna leap of my chair and Say :

"Well Actually ,..

Ive just been Writing all day long And Loving Every minute of it!! . Leaping from sound to ground from towns to pounds & from lips to ships in a single noun! and I love it!! "I am Blessed with the Lisp of the Gods of Spanglish! In Spain!"

"Not much frost and No Mark Twain!"

Ahhhh...

Mallorca.

The Writers Paradise.

Stay tuned for The Next Episode...

Q

Q DeRHINO

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