I love all my blogs, all three of them. This ivorytide.com I like to think of as far-a-way places, you know ivory sand beaches, coastlines, and then keys on the piano to play and lift our spirits with musical notes. I also like that it isn’t so defined, there’s room for dimension and growth. But I’m human and cannot manage all I have to do and do it well.
You see there was a knock on the door this morning and it woke me from my dream. By the time I got out of bed, put on a robe and skirted to the door I realized my mind was already making my to-do list. Wow. That’s a knockout punch when your brain is ahead of you. Go figure. Yikes.
My creativity is spilling onto the table and I cannot wipe it up. Therefore, I must prioritize. This little cutie will play the music for you whilst (I always wanted to use that English term) I run away on summer break. You have to go back in time just a bit when life moved a little slower. There ya go, I knew that you knew what I’m talking about.
Big Bands, and singers like Louis B. Armstrong, Sara Vaughn, Frank Sinatra, and numerous others. You remember that sound that was playing back in the day when the window was open in the summertime and the album was scratched just a bit by the worn out needle. But you listened because that’s all there was and the company which sat before you.
I have to recreate this feeling because the setting no longer exists. It died many years ago! As much as I want it back, I’ll never have it. Therefore, I’ve begun writing stories, stories of nostalgia to regain that love I felt years ago.
My draft of Chocolate for Lilly will be queried out to a few more people. She’s a precious one and I’d like to write more of those. Historical fiction is a challenge, yet I spent many a day with old timers. They are some fun folks. Really. Believe me. Maybe I’ll get a ‘lucky strike’ on that story.
“I’m coming. Coming.” But when I get to the door no one is there. Figures. Geez, who got me out a bed so early on my day off? The sun is blinding and the flag is swaying gently. What a day!
I look on the brick-paved covered front porch and a bird goes into the birdhouse I painted and set out there just for them. Sweet. Nice. Then I look down and see a box of chocolates.
This day is getting better by the minute. No one is there. Who would have left these? Is it my birthday, Mother’s Day, or graduation? I like to think I have an admirer, so let’s leave it at that. I can’t wait for later tonight. Maybe I’ll get lucky.
By Kim Troike
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Thanks for stopping by my blog today. Hope you enjoyed my story. I’ll post it on Chuck Wendig’s comments. Thanks Chuck. He’s the prompter, the motivator!
PS. My blog has gone off to dream in blog heaven for awhile this summer. Be back later.