Betty Ann Warford came up on Saturday and brought me a book that Catherine had sent for both of us. Catherine had said that she had gotten one at Belmont and it was great. It was great timing because my Charter connection with television and computer were down for most of the weekend. I had never heard of the author but I proceeded. Funniest thing caught my eye. He talked about how his uncle would take him to the cemetery and they would watch a fire burn. "You could feel the heat coming off the fire fifty feet away and the flames punched so high they blew the leaves in the canopy." I love that description. It was the first thing in the book that clutched me.
I used to run to take the trash out and burn it at the back of the house. Daddy and I both loved to watch the flames catch and jerk the catch the sky. I should have been a firefighter and I identified with someone who knew the excitement of seeing the smoke rise before the flames shot out. It was heaven. I next identified with his idea about a story. I am loving to blog because it causes me to reach inside of me for the simplest of stories -- which make me and others understand who I am. I want to live until I die!
One Christmas I burned up some of Julia's stuff which still had presents inside of it. This did not go well with her but nothing did, at that point in time. Warren loved fire also and he did the same thing one Christmas with Julie's stuff. We had a old gas tank in our back yard where we burned. When the bottom burned out, we got another one.
His basic Premise is that a story is a character who wants something and overcomes conflict to get it. Another line is "Characters have to face their greatest fears with courage".
I will ponder each of these lines and blog them again.
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