The signpost promised a rest stop in 2 miles. I might be able to make it 2 miles. If not it wouldn't be the worst thing to happen this winter that's for sure.
Light came from a bare bulb screwed into an old yellowed fixture that may have been around since those nasty boys in Germany were herding people into showers. In rooms that looked and smelled alot like this I'm sure. Although I imagine much larger....I'm also pretty sure it had been tidied since, but whoever installed that fixture may have been the last to clean the place too......also not the worst I've seen this winter unfortunately.
As my bladder voided, intense pain flowed up the lentgh of and out the head my dick. Blood covered the white porceline and spread outward and down to and over the triangular urinal mint holder. The obligatory blue hockey puck meant to somehow cover the smell of piss, but just adding a layer of hospital like dissinfectant smell under the oppresive reek. The minty puck long since eroded away by streaming urine from bleary eyed travellers needing to stretch their legs and over the road truck drivers lookin for a little head far away from home. This puck holder was white once also, but was now the color of an old drunk's eyes. That sickly yellow color that years of booze colors the whites of your eyes. And now I was adding the bloodshot.
How did I end up in a rest stop in Nebraska in the dead cold of this Feburary night pissing blood into a cracked, stained urinal that probably carried more diseases than a pretty little man in prison with titties tatooed on his back?
Well, I guess I know exactly how I got here........Wanna hear a story?
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During many, many conversations with Parish, I've learned alot about his writing, the process, his inspiration, etc. One of the most intersting things I've learned is that as he writes, he visualizes every aspect of the "scene" in his head. Growing up in the TV generation had a profound influnce on how he perceives the world.....and on how he writes.
He basically watches a movie in his head and translates that into written word. Problems arise when he watches faster than he can translate. Because, as he explains, you have to decide what visual imagery from the "movie" needs to be added to the story and how to translate what visuals are needed into the written word.
But I think that you'll find that it usually works out for him. And by extension, us.
Now, my question is, is that how it is for everyone. Does everyone who writes fiction "translate movies" they've watched in their heads to the written word?
Finn has the right of it. I totally visualize the entire story. Sometimes like a movie, straight through, sometimes in bits and pieces. The beautiful thing is I'm able to edit my movie too. As I watch and translate(that's the best way I can describe it, translate), I'm able to rewatch the movie the way I want....edited, so I can translate it into print....reprint....edited.
So that works out pretty good.
But like Fin says, we're interested to know how you do it, so let us know.
I'd also like to talk about a coupla devices I'm gonna be experimentin with in this story. For now, let's talk about how I broke down the 1st chapter into 5 parts. I created these mini chapters to distinctly seperate one part of the story from another. To suggest a break, for the reader to stop and think about what's happened in this entry and to ponder what they think is gonna happen next. Where would you take the story if this movie were playin out in your head? An oppurtunity to examine the entry, me and yourself before movin on to the next entry and whatever it holds in store.
Just a suggestion. Somethin I've been wantin to try out for awhile and thought Finn was providing the perfect oppurtunity. For me to get some experience employing it and for me to get some feedback on how it's workin for y'all.
Well, that's enough for now. Gotta save some for the future. But keep lookin out for more "behind the scenes" entries.
See ya.
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