Riding the Rooster


The picture to the right is several years old – you can tell because I have more hair. I included this picture because I feel like I’m riding on a carousel and I don’t want to get off…

During the holidays I took off some time just to relax. I didn’t have a plan. I didn’t have goals. I just did whatever I felt like whenever I felt like doing it.

Did I accomplish anything? Maybe. I built the shell of a blog for my wife (not live yet). I wrote a few posts for this site. I read a few books. I had a great time with my kids building lego models, making movies, and playing games.

But yesterday, I sat down in the cafe and started to write a story. It began with a line my wife tossed out in the car a few days ago:

She was a bad word.

It’s a cute sentence, I think, and it led to a noir scene that was fun to play around with. Yet, while I worked at the scene, something else happened… I started writing.

I was riding the rooster.

Now this may sound strange to you since I post here every few days and if you’ve been following along you probably know that I write every single day. However, there’s a big difference between writing and writing. Where you’re writing, the story reveals itself quickly and neatly. Details emerge and knit themselves together like some supernatural creature coming to life from the very dust beneath your unswept cupboards.

That’s what happened to me yesterday. I was just playing about with this noir exercise and a different story started to emerge, a story centered on a character I developed a long time ago. This character was supposed to fit into a horror story involving Harry Houdini and H.P. Lovecraft. That story never really got off the ground, but the basic outline of this secondary character kept hanging around. Nagged me.

I finished up my work at the cafe and went home. The story kept poking at me, so I pulled out my journal and started making notes. Soon enough, I was writing dialogue and continuing the general narrative. I kept pushing into the details and they kept unfolding.

Later, my wife and I took the kids to the library. While I wandered about looking for Nordic mysteries (I’m on a kick right now), I kept thinking about the story. I moved up and down the stream of time around this character. I threw out all the noir I’d added before and began to uncover the real life of this character.

Thinking back now, I must have looked like a loon walking around the library in daze. 😉

I haven’t finished the story yet and I’m frankly getting a bit worried. You see, yesterday was the last day and now it’s time to get back to the regular priorities of life.

Does this sound familiar to you? Have you experienced a similar shift of consciousness only to find yourself turning away because the time is up?

That’s where I am now. The carousel is slowing down. The music is coming to an end. Other are waiting in line, waiting for my time, but I just want to keep on riding.

[By the way, no offense to lovers of noir. I love it myself. I’m just really bad at writing it – along with most highly stylistic forms. If I go there, it has to be comedy because the whole thing gets so exaggerated that it turns funny whether I want it to or not.]

4 thoughts on “Riding the Rooster

  1. I completely understand where you’re coming from.
    I just came back from a vacation where I had the same lack of plan. I had a couple of ideas of things I wanted to do. But wasn’t holding myself to anything.

    However, I did start putting my own blog together late in the week. And now I sit here at work resisting the urge to work on that, instead of the stuff they pay me to do.

    This all come down to cutting out blocks of time for what is important to us. It’s like breaking any habit. It’s easy to do when you take yourself out of the normal day-to-day situation of your life, but as soon as you resume that you have to really focus on what is important.

  2. Hi Jamie! I completely get this post! I think we ride the rooster when the cock’s not crowing, the cows don’t need milking and the hens don’t need feeding. (At least I think that’s what happens on a farm). My real point is that it is precisely when we are free from the day to day, and relaxed that our minds see connections that are often crowded by the clutter. I experienced a great epiphany while on vacation over the holidays that led to me building more time into my schedule for exactly this kind of freedom of thought.

    Karen Swim´s last blog post..At the Intersection of Been There and Looking Ahead

  3. @Kevin True enough. It’s real work. Something people overlook when you talk about it.

    @Karen I’m excited about your new working experiment! I want to know how it works out. I think that you’re on the right track… The key is getting yourself away from the day to day and whatever technique works you should go for it.

    Now, where did I leave that technique? 😉

  4. Okay, I have to tell you that the statement “She was a bad word.” has been rattling around in my brain like that song that never ends. And it has not been a good week for such things.

    I know, I need to stop reading/commenting and start writing. If only you knew how hard that is at the moment. [and having raised chickens as a kid I stay as far away from roosters as possible; nasty, unpleasant things in real life but I get your point]

    Deb´s last blog post..Red-tailed Hawk outside my window

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