Voice One: “The big highway interchange in Mission Valley was designed by the grandfather.” Voice Two: “I doubt it.” Voice One: “He surveyed the whole thing and figured out where everything needed to go.” Voice Two: “I think you’re mistaken.” Voice One: “I have his surveying notes.” Voice Two: “He worked for the City of San Diego but I don’t think he had anything to do with it.” Voice One: “Did I mention my dead…
You can read this if you wish although it consists of thoughts and fragments as I attempt to free write 750 words every day. Some of this may end up in a Story or a Conversation. Anyway, this is how one learn and shapes up The Craft. According to my new writing goal, I am supposed to just write down whatever comes to my head and finish up in 750 words. The whole thing sounds…
Christopher stood over the maze of workday and eyed the ocean. A thin fog cloud floated passed his perch on the 45th floor. On the docks, sea lions barked at tourists. East Bay traffic sought a faster path, ships hauled electronics in and almonds out, and the blood-red sun sunk into late afternoon north of the Golden Gate. In the conference room, five people sat in executive chairs around a table. Their faces reflected gloomy…