It was just after sunset on a cold January Sunday when I pulled into the grocery store parking lot. The sky was dark and a slight wind was starting. Sodium-vapor streetlights cast an unearthly orange over the cars and in the air was a slight odor of turpentine.
After shopping the scent of turpentine was still there and my mood was depressed and pensive. At home I put the single serve lasagna in the oven and turned on the computer.
In the word-processor window I typed, “The air smelled like turpentine as he walked into the night air.”
From that sentenced flowed 2,000 more words of a story about man who wakes up in a world where his car won’t start and he is only one left in the world In time the man walks to a park and finds a woman there. She is painting the sky. They talk and he remembers who he is – a dreamer. Then he remembers her, the artist, the one who painted his dream in the sky.
He tells her a new dream and she paints a new sky.
I titled the story, “Turpentine,” and showed it to a few friends. It was somewhat autobiographical. It was something of a wish for a lonely heart.
A few months after I wrote that little story, I started dating Heather. I showed her the story and realized that she was my artist.
That I needed her to paint the sky.
Writer and artist, joined in a common need to create, were married 18 months after I wrote that story in January 2000.
Never dismiss the power of creating and the love to make dreams come true.
Till next week,
Andrew
Wow..
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Aw, sweet. Xx
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Thanks.
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lovely-scented sketch of … a life
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That is lovely. You were definitely fated. Me, my husband and I ignored each other for a year after we first met. Great start, hunh?
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Jacqui, this has me laughing! I suppose the important bit is that you don’t ignore each other now! I met my husband at a friend’s house and she had warned me about one but said the other one was okay. However I forgot the names and for a couple of weeks kept wondering if I was going out with the weird one – phew, turned out not!!
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It would be nice if the weird ones came with a “W” on their foreheads, just so we could remember who is who. 😉
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Some fires burn slow. Some burn fast. Some burn cold. Some burn hot. Slow and hot are best, but takes the longest to get lit. Just projecting into your life…
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Makes me smile. 🙂
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Me too.
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hauntingly charming!
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Thanks.
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How hauntingly beautiful Andrew 🙂
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I look back and am still amazed by my own story.
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🙂 I’m glad for that, it keeps everything new 🙂
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Wonderful, Andrew. What a great story leading to you having the ability to create your own future, hmm? Wishing you both many more happy years of painting that sky! 😀
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Thanks for your kind words.
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Hmm, maybe I need to write a story …
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You never know where they can lead…
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What a lovely story. One with a happy ending. 🙂
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Story’s not over, yet. 😉
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Beautiful!
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Thanks.
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