At our last meeting, a member stated we needed more content on our blog. I agree. So what could I do?
A couple years ago, a friend of mine was looking for people to write columns on religion, politics, society, etc. for his website. I’m not much for writing columns, and I wrote stories instead. Why not do the same here? So I’m announcing the beginning of “Pithy Prose.” Each month I’ll write a short (few hundred word) story dealing with some aspect of writing. Here is my first story:
THE HONORED DEAD
The end was coming – thin, faint, unsteady – but Eric pressed on. He was almost finished.
Eric couldn’t remember a time not writing. His high school and college classes were spent jotting down scenes or random bits of dialogue. He kept a small notebook with him to write down ideas while waiting at the dentist or to kill time before a movie. Once while stopped at a red light, he wrote a haiku.
About ninety percent of his writing was done with pen and paper. He felt an almost primal connection to the words while using a pen. Plus, growing up in an age where phones were only used to make phone calls – and the vast majority of them were attached to walls – carrying a pen and notebook was his only option for convenient 24/7 writing. Not that he had anything against computers, but with a pen his only distractions were doodles.
Eric was on the last five pages of his first novel when his pen died. He clicked it closed for the last time, then – opening the bottom drawer of his desk – he laid it to rest with all its predecessors. From the top drawer he took a new pen. Clicking it open for the first time, he continued where the last had left off.