Do you ever see ideas float around waiting for a place to land? I do. Today they caught me sitting on my deck between dawn and a dark roast. They twinkled around me, an amorphous entity, swirling and swarming like gnats. Then they contracted and crystallized into a Memorial Day memory, a snapshot I fashioned into words that became this:
It’s 1970. Since Memorial Day falls on a Saturday, a worker can expect an extra day’s pay. To a high school girl like me, this doesn’t matter because there’s no holiday pay for part-timers. What matters to me is the jewelry shop where I work is closed, so I’m not working this Saturday; I’m going downtown with my friends. We’re gathering with other protesters in front of Morin’s Diner to sing Give Peace a Chance, loud and continuous, as the bands and old battalions march by during the Memorial Day parade.
Suddenly, the ideas that formed a single snapshot fragment and float away in separate balloons, each with its own label – Woodstock, Vietnam, Moon Landing, the Monday Holiday bill, and more, hundreds more. I could catch the strings that dangle from any one of them before they float out of reach (if I wanted to). For now, I’ll let them go. And that’s okay, they’ll be back.
My point – you don’t have to scour the universe looking for ideas to write about. Relax. Let them find you.
Happy writing and happy Memorial Day week-end.
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