Yesterday evening, a section of my aural soundscape was taken up with the words:-
“Darkness falls across the land, The midnight hour is close at hand. Creatures crawl in search of blood to terrorize y’all’s neighbourhood. And whosoever shall be found, without the soul for getting down, must stand and face the hounds of hell, and rot inside a corpse’s shell. And though you fight to stay alive your body starts to shiver. For no mere mortal can resist the evil of the thriller!……….AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA……….AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
I tell you what, it’s the last bloody time I’m going to a neighbourhood watch meeting!!…… It scared the crap outta me!!
It’s Saturday and, apart from the creative pastimes of writing and drawing, I’ve little planned. The only words thus far contained on my ‘To Do’ list being “Write a ‘To Do’ list.” That being said penning this lexicological chronicle will no doubt fill a couple of ‘white space’ hours. As will creating one of my primitive art sketches, if I get around to my new outlet for imparting catharsis.
Yes, believe it or not, those doodles I post, which my son Jonathon playfully opines should be secured on my mum’s fridge by magnet (like a 4 year old’s painting), do take that length of time to ‘perfect’.
Not that the creative mind ever thinks they’ve perfected a piece of work. What the viewer of their epiphanies get is a snapshot of how the artist/writers mind was working during that couple of hours in time.
On a re-read of my creative output there’s not one narrative, even the pieces of writing I’m most proud of, I couldn’t improve with the different epiphanies or tweaks present during any blog revisit. Or should I say, think are better notions than some of the original.
These new ideas might be far worse than the originals, but at a different snapshot in time my interpretation of the epiphanies tells me different. Consequently, any changes made are ordinarily grammatical errors I’ve missed on the first post, not whimsical thoughts therein. There’s no point, I could be actually make the end product worse and, anyhow, I’d likely change it again on further tarries.
West Yorkshire skies are grey today. On the Dulux paint chart, the macabre hue would probably be named something akin to ‘COVID Cloud’ or ‘Coronavirus Oyster’. An insipid brio draining landscape, bequeathing its viewer with little esprit to leave the house………The pathogen’s tagline ‘Coronavirus – Inspiring Hermitic Behaviour since winter 2019!’
There’s been some bizarre noises emanating from outside this morning. One of which a neighbour utilising horticultural machinery which sounded as though there was a road sweeping vehicle in someone’s back yard. As even the most eccentric of people don’t drive road sweeping vehicles around their gardens, quite clearly that wasn’t the source of the commotion.
Anyhow, whatever disquiet was going on earlier, I’d suggest it won’t have been the commencement foretold by yesterday’s neighbourhood watch meeting…… At the minute, it’s far too light still for creatures crawling in search of blood and an appearance from the hounds of hell!