Early this morning I came up with an inspiration for a short story and I am not letting this opportunity slip by so I am going to begin to write. Right now the purpose of this blog article is simply to get the creative juices flowing and put the brain in drive and go. At 44 years old, it takes a little bit longer to get things going. Anyhow, the idea came to me after I woke up and the story will be about a man who loses everything in the pandemic and then goes on the adventure of a lifetime. Maybe it is something I wish I could do and I will live vicariously through my own character. This is the best kind of vicarious living because nobody is ultimately hurt by it.
I have no idea where the genesis was born but it could lie in memories from an American History college course where we studied the hobos of the Great Depression; people that lit off for parts unknown by simply stowing away in a railroad boxcar. Then in between rail journeys stayed on the edge of town in what was known as “hobo jungles.” One of the blessings of my symptoms of mental illness comes a high level of creative intelligence which I want to put to good use so my story blends some of the history and majesty of wanderlust.
I am going to write somewhat from a stream of consciousness so I do not know yet what direction this story is going to take but I will let it flow and see where I go with it. I’ll share when it is fully fleshed out!