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| original work by Christine I Steeves Speakman |
Sometimes there’s a scene which refuses to leave your mind. One you truly know only you get. It’ll never work in the final piece because it’s just too ______, anything and everything.
Delete, rewrite, leave in?
This is a problem I think every writer faces. The favourite scene or scenes which shouldn’t be there and we don’t want to let them go.
Sometimes it’s a character who won’t let you go.
“Derrick” is mine. This story has been stuck in my head and in multiple rough drafts for what feels like forever. It’s here I steal the scene which caused me a fit of giggles the first time I wrote it. Looking back, well, maybe it doesn’t deserve a fit of giggles, but I can’t let it go. Maybe after today I can.
“…Strange voices. Who is it?
“Yes the boss said to do this so we do it. Now shut the hell up and let me find the right key.”
They don’t have the right key. So therefore they do not work here. I know voices and have never heard these two so the last thought is right. This is crazy. So what, this is a mental hospital and I’m crazy so just follow their lead.
“Have you found the key?” first voice asked some what innocently.
Guy sounds simple. Probably looks like King Kong’s twin.
“No!” second voice gargled back angrily.
Personality of a horny bull elephant. Probably looks like an ass. Wait a second, what do you do when they get in here? Crappy-crap. you think of their personalities not of you own problems. Okay take it one step at a time. Where are you? Loony bin. Why? You’re nuts. Okay so act it.
“Finally. Okay you ready?” second voice.
“Yes.”
“Okay in we go.” He opened the door expecting to find a sleeping man but instead he got more, a hell of a lot more.
“Hey man I’m I glad to see you there’s a baboon in here! He’s really mean and you know what?” Derrick asked looking around.
“What?” the first one asked nervously. He too was looking around.
“It’s me!” Derrick yelled jumping out at the two. He started jumping around scratching under his arms making faces and weird noises.
“Booga-booga! I’m going to get yah! Look out I hate elephants. King Kong stole my girl! Give her back! Forget it don’t like blondes.
The two men were back against the wall. What the hell was this? Boss told us this guy was harmless. Terrific Clive’s crying. So the big man was. Derrick was having a ball.
“They’re coming to take me away! No! I won’t go to Pluto!” God this was more fun then streaking.
Two orderlies came racing down the hall.
“Mr. Spencer what’s wrong?” the orderly called Tim asked seeing the other two men.
“Nothing. I woke up and found these two guys looking at me and then they started acting weird.” Derrick replied calmly.
“Okay you two let’s go.” Tim reached for Clive. He could have sworn that he had heard a monkey coming down the hall.
After they all left Derrick had himself a good strong laugh. This was fun. He should go crazy more often. Crap if he didn’t stop the giggles he would wet the bed. That just set him off again….”
Yeah, not the best, but I can’t get this picture out of my head. I know you have one, too.
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What are Roaming Ideas?
…random writings from now back to teen years
…writings free of editing and second looks
…pumps to my creative well
…shut downs and locking away of the critical mind
What are Overly Done Paragraphs?
…more description then is ever needed
…snapshots of possibilities
What are Dear Diary?
…inserting myself into a fictional character, where does the path take me