Got this new project going and have to share. It’s a continuation of the writer’s exercise I did with Sandra Jensen: each writer creates a character, then you start writing back and forth to each other as if those characters are really alive and corresponding.

What they will talk about, or even be, is something that you work out as you go. There’s only two rules:

1. Two imaginary characters
2. Corresponding

Then of course there are the standard ancillary rules I make up as we go along, like no coaching of each other, or spilling the beans. Talking about what’s coming up for your characters is strictly forbidden, your character has to express it.

Can’t imagine there are many with the inclination to read the whole thing, but if there’s even one, this is for you. It’s a good example of the wacky hijinks two artist’s muses can come up with, when tossed into the idea salad. Sometimes it works brilliantly, sometimes it doesn’t, but it doesn’t matter, it’s only practice. It’s not like it really exists or anything, so we’re not too worried.

Then those there are who say the words are doom.

But we’ll ignore them.

The new girl in town is Claire Born, a real Georgia peach, and a writer of considerable unrenown, like myself. Together we make quite a pair. Here’s some recent samples, something for those who hold either new age or old age world views:

Claire/fleur:

Everything is made of Light ~ even in your world! ~ solid though things may seem. Your physicists of old spoke of Light as both particle and wave, depending upon how it is observed. How true this is! Like water, Light in its very substance and in the perceiving of it manifests and travels in waves (as in the ocean) and/or in drops (as in rain). Water is the closest “solid” thing to that of which worlds and their contents are truly made: Light.

Tom/Norm:

There’s not much to tell you about our life here at present, since we are mainly taking our ease. Much of my entertainment comes from watching Eric tease his brother about his new lisp. It’s only justice as I see it, since Feric, being the larger of the twins and more bullheaded, was always prone to bullying Eric. Now all Eric has to do is imitate his brother’s lisp and Feric will break down crying.

Ah, words, ah English!

LWIII