The following essay is my attempt at answering The Sandbox Writing Challenge — Exercise 4
I struggled with this exercise. Everything I began writing felt contrived, I think because I was revealing too much of myself, in an undisguised way.
Mmm.
I am a writer. Writers write. Publicly, writers must possess the skin of a rhinoceros; privately, they need to be able to peel back their own skin to discover what is really going on underneath. Which is easier said than done. And writers read. They read copiously. Reading relaxes me, even if the story jolts me or jars me out of the fictive dream, or offends my wordsmithery. Yikes. I have said it aloud. I am standing up. I am hanging my head. Yes, I am a wordsmith.
Writing gives me pleasure.
Living brings me pleasure.
Being alive in the moment and listening to those sounds around me: the birds’ dawn chorus as I take our dogs into the garden for their pre-breakfast ablutions; the cars growling past me as I cycle uphill around our village at dusk; and every crazy sound in-between, from the church bells’ incessant ring to the softest ting of our doorbell, sending our dogs crazy, and that contented noise they make when they relax, upside down, paws drooping in the air, bellies and bits on display as they relax into those ridiculous banana poses.
Helping people creates pleasure.
From supporting a friend as they walk that lonely and scary journey from cancer diagnosis, through chemotherapy to surgery to radiotherapy… to listening to a neighbour yesterday venting off about work frustrations… to empathising with an elderly man I do not recognise at the recycle point today who tells me he lost his son recently.
Holding all these daily occurrences, and more, then lifting them up as I struggle to find the best way to pray for them is strangely soothing. Genuinely interceding for others helps me live a less fragmented and more thankful life.
Thankfulness relaxes me.
Being thankful for who I am, what I have been given – my health, my happiness, my sadness, my ill-health, being married, being lonely. Knowing my limits. Pushing my limits. Not being afraid. Of myself. Of change. Of people who use anger to mask from themselves how they truly feel.
There are so many facets to this diamond-shaped moment of pleasure, this shining moment of relaxation.
In true writerly fashion, here is a one hundred word flash fiction story that tumbled from my fingertips on the 16th January this year.
DEATH OF A MOMENT
by
Kelvin M. Knight
I am the death of a moment. Don’t misunderstand me, I’m no celebration arsonist; I despise fire and pain – mine not yours. Your pain and frustration, your hurt and anger, I cherish as I move around, never touching but always surrounding you to become a drain for your heart and your head. A drain which fills your heart with passionate pride, and stirs this white noise in your head. I am your fear, your greedy envy, your forgotten forgiveness, your guilt avoidance strategy. I am all this and more. I am the death of this moment, if you let me.
You have a great way with words that hold a lot of truth! Thank you, great reading.
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Wow! I love the way you think.
“I am the death of this moment, if you let me.” <— That's it in a nutshell, really.
We are the masters of our own fate and the guardians of our own thoughts and where we allow those thoughts to take us.
Thanks for sharing. 🙂
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Thanks, Shanon, for your lovely comment. Glad you could see what you saw in my humble prose essay. 😊
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Well done, Kelvin! Is Flash Fiction just a drop in the bucket of a thought? I’ve heard the words used around WordPress, but not actually explored the possibilities. Yours was exquisitely gripping. Also your admission of ‘wordsmithing’ and you do it so very well.
Fim
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Hey, Fim, I’ve never heard flash fiction called that… however it sounds quite apt. A flash fiction story seems to be anything unto 100 words, although there are larger variations: unto 150 words, or unto 175 words. I think the smallest flash fiction story ever written was six words: Baby shoes. For sale. Never worn – which demonstrates the beginning, middle and end all stories must contain, no matter how small.
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Thank you, Kelvin for the info on Flash Fic. It reminds me of twitter on the limit of what may be used.
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Kelvin! I loved everything about this post..Everything! The Charlie Brown meme chocked me up as well as your ending poem *sigh*
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Oh my, sorry, Spiritual Dragonfly I didn’t think how that CB meme might make you feel. Most remiss of me. But I am glad there was still love flowing. Is still love flowing. So glad. Thanks for reading and commenting.
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No apology……feeling these feelings are reminders of how deep my love for him is…all good!!!
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Good. I am glad. Let that love flow from happiness to tears and back to happiness. 😅
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Powerful story, Kelvin. Worth remembering. The thing I liked best from your post, though, is: Genuinely interceding for others helps me live a less fragmented and more thankful life… I have found that to be so true in my own life. I believe that’s because we’re made to live in community. Thank you for a lovely response!
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I am glad you found a truth which touched you in my pleasure and relaxation. So glad. Than you, Calen.
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Kelvin! This was wonderfully expressed. Evocative. I get how it can get difficult to put yourself out there as a writer. I struggle with that constantly.
Thanks for sharing this. The Charlie Brown caption… loved it!
Hope you are well. 😊
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Thanks Mel. Glad you liked my evocative stance on this exercise. Evocative yet truthfully heartfelt. I don’t think I can write another way, don’t want to write any other way. I am well, yes, as well as well can be, my writerly, readerly friend. 😁
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😊 I’m glad to hear. Good… yes don’t change!😉
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It was more pleasure to read your response, and your words always relax me. Thank you Lord Wordsmith . You’ve done very well, I haven’t even done Exercise 3 yet. 😐
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Ah, glad my wordsmpthery relaxes you, Ivor. Don’t fret about Ex3. I look forward to reading it when you find the time.
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