It’s been a shitty week (read: past few months…financially anyway) and mostly I want to lay in ball and suck my thumb. Something good is supposed to happen in 39 days. So in the meantime, I think I’m just going to write because that’s what most seems to soothe my soul.
Maybe if I was poor folk more of my life, my writing would have amounted to something by now. Irony, really. And I don’t mean the unfortunate events of an Alanis Morissette song.
Anyway, I thought I’d share the first few paragraphs of one of the things I’m working on. I started it several years ago. I still don’t know where the story is going…or what I think of it. Enjoy.
JACKSON exited the prop plane and found nothing but snow and ice. And mountains, white majestic mountains that make your breath freeze in the back of your throat. If the governances of the world saw the spacious beauty laid out before them, there would be wars over this frozen tundra.
Then, the real beauty stepped from the plane. Half Australian and Argentinean, the beauty reminded him of a caramel latte with extra cream. Deep mint circles glowed back where the eyes should be. Jackson’s knees shivered intensely and he almost fell in the snow.
“Hola, mate!” said the latte. Like when he saw the mountains, Jackson’s breath froze in his throat. He inhaled deeply, trying to focus on the circles of mint as they disappeared behind kids of caramel. “Ya okay, mate?”