Saturday, January 06, 2007

Entry #18

Grey Inspiration
by Diana Christine


The softness of night surrounded me, crisp cotton sheets caressing my naked skin. The scent of hydrangea lingered in the air though its candle was quenched hours ago. Duran's arms held me close but it was the memory of last night that continued to embrace me. Last night was my first attendance of the Academy Awards and my work had been honored. I still could hardly believe it.

I am a writer of books. I am a writer of several books, but my latest effort had been turned into a screenplay and subsequently a successful film. He Can't Lose for Winning. Who would have thought when my first two books couldn't even find buyers that I would one day come to this?

Duran rolled me over and kissed my face. "I'm proud of you," he whispered. I smiled.

"I've been wanting to ask you," he continued. "I've been wondering what kept you inspired. What kept you going in the beginning when your work wasn't selling?"

"It was the window," I answered. "It was the view from my window. My view was dismal and grey, and I knew if I didn't keep working hard, I would be stuck with a grey view forever."

13 comments:

SF Johnston said...

Diana,

It's great, and that last line is killer.

Do you know how many writers you just described?

Excellent.

Dafath said...

"Hegel wrote a letter to Goethe in which he referred to 'the oyster-like, gray, or quite black Absolute.'"

Anonymous said...

I love the pace of this little gem.

Jeff said...

I like the emotion this story conveys. Good job!

Jim said...

Funny the things that can be useful for inspiration and motivation.

Anonymous said...

Diana, fellow goddess, I like the window metaphor. We see what we are inspired to see. It may take years, several lifetimes, but when the gray clears, the long journey is so worthwhile.

My blessings and love are with you.

feminine expressions said...

your comments are a gift to me. thank you all so much. and i love checking in on your own sites.

jim...many years ago i had a friend who worked on hot roofs in his father's business and he hated the job so much it became the motivation to change his world. he had to overcome numerous obstacles to succeed (which would have crumbled most of us) but his became an extraordinary story of success. but it was the hot and painful work on the roofs that kept him motivated.

the memory of that man's source of motivation 25 years ago became the prompt for this piece.

S. W. Vaughn said...

Job hatred -- definitely a powerful motivation. Great job tapping in to that emotion!

Anonymous said...

I used to have an office job in Germany - long ago - which had a grey window view - however if I stood up I could see over the roof which happened to be a strip club in the Kaiserstrasse. In the summer all the girls would sunbathe nude there, stretching out their long legs, oiling each other to a perfect brown - man I spent some time on my feet!

Anonymous said...

Absolutely brilliant - I love this!

Anonymous said...

This is an absolute gem. Great stuff!

jason evans said...

Very real and human moment. I really liked the unique take and three dimensional character.

High marks overall.

Anonymous said...

jason, thank you for your feedback and thank you for the much work you poured into this effort, for giving us this opportunity and doing so with incredible beauty.