possibly, assumably, the best short story i've written. i remember sitting in the basement of a coffee place, telling ~missedpoints my idea for my next story: "it's going to be about a girl who loves water!" she looked at me, weirded out, and asked how that was even a plotline at all.
it wasn't, and that's what made it so delightful to write this. i wrote it within a very short timespan, as in two or three days. two days in a row were spent mainly at cafe delirium, telling myself to write 5 pages before i could get coffee. that coffee tasted damn good, even though i kept getting distracted by some hispanic women talking about vases.
my ideas about camille actually came from a chick i saw once, driving. she was bald and had big fish-like lips. i don't even think she was driving a green buick, but i said to myself, "she needs to be driving a green buick." later, in the school parking lot, i saw the exact car i imagined. it wasn't a buick, but i gasped nonetheless. then i realized i made camille up.
also the longest story i've written, so what does that tell you?
Usually I don't like the idea of using a picture for the preview. That's because I can't draw and finding something already available that says something about a story just doesn't happen. Unless, of course, an artist comes along and reads the story, then draws something from it. I've always wanted an illustration based on my work, and the above drawing by ~moyen is wonderful. I'm very grateful to her for letting me use it here. You can see the original, full size version here. (25 June 05)
<edit>argh. lots of tense mistakes in this. I think I've found most of them now.</edit>
<edit>thanks to ~Coffeehouse, `darkcrescendo and `PoeticWar. Live crits are very cool. I've got more to think about than the edit I made... If you want to read this, nows the time, because I'll be removing it shortly in order to revise it and submit it to either a competition or a publication of some sort. Wish me luck!</edit>
<major revision>thanks primarily to `Bringa, `darkcrescendo and ~Spinosum, whose specific comments have all been addressed here. New beginning, some sections extended, some garbled, vague bits removed, one too obvious bit removed, symbolism enhanced, hopefully.</major revision>
This is the first piece of poetry I've done since Sewanee, and I don't know how it turned out. It's creepier than a lot of the poems that I like to write. It's called Matthew because I wanted to heavily allude to the book of the bible in which Jesus is tempted in the desert. I wanted to re-imagine it in a modern setting, happening instead to some guy named Matthew.
this is what happens when you restore some balance and peace out for a little while. It's been a crazy, emotional year/life. I really enjoyed writing this. I hope it spreads some peace to any one who reads. x