Night Fishing...more to come

If you read my post on night fishing, you might have gathered that it was not fictional. It was a snippet from a memory that has slowly faded over the years. I'll write more about it in the coming weeks and months, trying to capture the thoughts and ideas and emotions of a teenager who felt older (and wiser) than his years, but who was afraid to drift too far from the mainstream, lest his need for acceptance go unmet.

I've decided that I will try to capture as completely as I can the emotions and the sensations I have felt in various situations and then, later, will translate and transfer them to fictional circumstances. By doing that, I will allow myself to use real experiences and their attendant pains and joys and emotional dips and swoops to describe situations that I want the reader to really experience. I've done it before, but never consciously...this will be like going to 'being an author' school.

It will be awhile before I can write something like this in a way that won't cause someone to snicker:

"My nose captured the odors of the movements of the muscles in her thighs, causing my sense of balance to drift left and right and back again. I could sense the sweetness of the sweat dripping slowly down the nape of her neck. Suddenly, I was embarrassed, wondering whether anyone else on the bus could read in my eyes or in the twitching movements of the tendons in my wrists that I was able to read her physically, like a book."