There is a house I pass while walking Cyrus on the trail that I always wonder about – I wonder who lives there, what type of family they are, what they think of having the trail almost in their backyard, how long they have been there. As I walked by the other day, I noticed something I never noticed before – a tree-branch swing in the front yard. I considered all the things I have noticed about this house and realized I know quite a bit already about the people who live there.
I know they like to cook outside - a new larger barbeque replaced the round Weber grill (now in the back by the shed).
I know they like to spend time outside. There are several benches placed strategically throughout the yard.
I know that they recently acquired a dog. I watched a fence being built so that the dog could be let out and be safe but still have room to run. While the fence was going up I wondered what it might be for, then one day I saw the dog.
They might have a child or children, or maybe the children are grown and gone. The swing is the only child-related object I’ve noticed, so I’m thinking the children are no longer there.
I have a character floating around in my head with a story. Someday I’d like to write her story, but I’m thinking I don’t know enough about her…yet. I need to put her in a place in a house (maybe this house) and follow her around and make note of what she likes, fears, questions. Just like I wonder about that house, I need to wonder about her. Maybe that’s why even though I know the plot and the setting and the character for my story, it hasn’t yet been written…completely. I know now I need to spend time with all of that, then I will write.
I know they like to cook outside - a new larger barbeque replaced the round Weber grill (now in the back by the shed).
I know they like to spend time outside. There are several benches placed strategically throughout the yard.
I know that they recently acquired a dog. I watched a fence being built so that the dog could be let out and be safe but still have room to run. While the fence was going up I wondered what it might be for, then one day I saw the dog.
They might have a child or children, or maybe the children are grown and gone. The swing is the only child-related object I’ve noticed, so I’m thinking the children are no longer there.
I have a character floating around in my head with a story. Someday I’d like to write her story, but I’m thinking I don’t know enough about her…yet. I need to put her in a place in a house (maybe this house) and follow her around and make note of what she likes, fears, questions. Just like I wonder about that house, I need to wonder about her. Maybe that’s why even though I know the plot and the setting and the character for my story, it hasn’t yet been written…completely. I know now I need to spend time with all of that, then I will write.
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