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How does my mind come up with these things?

: danu_mactire; October 11th, 15:05

Current Location:: Starbucks

Current Mood:: creative

OK, so thanks to Judge a Book by its Cover (a blog I very much enjoy) I discovered Retrospace (an interesting blog that focuses on the 60s and 70s) throught him I discovered Countdown to Halloween and in their list of 'Participants' I discovered the totally awesome blog Haunt Style on a whim I clicked on one of the websites he's repeatedly linked to PumpkinRot. Long story short I've fallen in love with his scarecrows (Here and Here). But it was this that sparked the idea:

Now I want to write stories with Scarecrows as the main characters. . .*sigh* I've even started plotting it out in my head (kind of). . .

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"Just about the moment I thought, 'You know, I don't have to see any meteors -- just peacefully getting a chance to stare at the stars is good enough,' zoom and zoom, two beautiful, low meteors shot through the sky, trailing glittering tails behind them, and I went 'oooh' as if it was a special, perfect, fireworks display put on just for me.

And the bats were out too: ragged patches of silent blackness against the deep night-purple star-bespattered sky.

I counted 28 altogether. About ten of them had tails. Some were just streaks of light, others zooming pinpoints. A couple of them were full-on magical golden-yellow special effects.

I thought I lay there for 20 minutes. It was, I realised when I came in, well over an hour.

And there are things I have to read tonight, and things I still have to watch: but I watched 28 stars fall, and I didn't mind that I couldn't think of anything to wish for, and the air was cool and the bats were silent and I could have stared up at the sky forever."

"It was a warm summer's night, dark, and moonless. There were a handful of fireflies flickering intermittently, some so close to me I could see they were burning green as they flew, and some further away, who seemed to be flashing white.

And in the sky above them a continual roil of distant summer lightning (the storm distant enough that it was silent) burned and flashed and illuminated the clouds. It seemed as if the lightning bugs were talking to the lightning, in a perfect call and response of flash and counterflash. I watched the sky and the meadow flash and flash while the dog walked ahead of me, and realised that I was perfectly happy..."

--Neil Gaimen (on his blog)