Month: November 2015

More than Dreamy

This is part 15 of a storyjumper for Digital Writing Month.  You can read the other parts here:

Part 1          Bruno’s blog started us off with a personal narrative.
Part 2          Kevin’s blog began the story.
Part 3          Maha’s blog continued…
Part 4          Sarah’s blog…
Part 5          Ron’s blog…
Part 6          Tanya’s blog…
Part 7          Kay’s blog…
Part 8          Ron’s blog…
Part 9          Dana’s blog
Part 10        Tania’s blog
Part 11        Maureen’s blog
Part 12        Sue’s blog
Part 13        Rhonda’s blog

Part 14        Yin Wah Kreher’s blog

Part 15        Scott’s blog

The Henchman spun slowly away below as the lady-next-door rose up to carry Kevin through the constellations she knew so well from a childhood of gazing through the lens of her kaleidoscopic telescope. Fragments of potential stirred in her mind forming and unforming patterns as northward the whole previous state of the universe, less Henchman, moved turning the Merelion’s vaporous spout into a shower of ice to land SMACK into the welcoming goblet of Sarah’s virgin Piña Colada as she pitchforked a rowdy shanty ’round the Titanic’s lurching deck plates whistling the half-remembered tune to “The Whistling Macaques of the Oronoco Still Call Me Thus” (a childhood skipping song of mixed repute).

So here we have a mess. Characters have gone missing into the wings and we have these curious map jumpers that won’t stay put. Worse, we have a crisis of structure where the tour bus seems to be overturned and obscured by a fuzzy shrubbery of peril that won’t resolve.

It could be that damn map? The dead dog? Machine-Gun Sandy and the bullet pocked ceiling?

We started with arrows and implied directions. And we’ve been here and there to prove it. But does anyone remember if Kevin ever fixed the Ukulele? Shure, he’s been bashed around and romantically involved way too much yet we can’t just wander around here in this story forever. The boat is sinking and he’s dreaming about something that’s hard to know from a place without sense.

On to Jeffrey Keefer


Two parts

This is a blog set up for the Creativity for Learning in HE course and will, confusingly, also serve as home base for myself during Digital Writing Month.

Why do this?

I have a need to keep processing my health situation in the absurdly “private” space of my blog because it won’t let me go. Nor do I feel whole by just being out there while this door remains open behind me. Ever since my second heart failure death has followed me around. Death is a good enough name as a place holder in the gap between my life and the end it came to just before my new valve implant May 3, 2012 (it comes with a card, serial number and date).

The incompleteness I feel needs to be talked about. And yes, I’m fine, it just makes sense to start at the end and work backwards.