Objects and Places
Objects and places have a way of influencing art. They can inspire the best in us. Sometimes I drive into work and I see this burned out sort of house thing that is propped up on stilts, just off the West Side Highway. The stilts protrude from the water. I believe around 90th street. It’s strange. But looking at this structure, I can see a story, characters. A recluse vampire, or a being who does not want to be seen by the public. I don’t have to write the story down to feel it inside, as though it has taken place. That character is waiting there, hiding within, behind the doorway, peeking out now and again. He/she is waiting for me to flesh out their tale. I can see it all, now to just get it on paper the way I witness it in my mind, so readers can see it the same way. Not too easy, but it’s possible. Though, isn’t it funny how just looking at something, or being somewhere specific can bring these feelings and visuals to you? They scream out to