Oh, how the mind wanders when an overthinker lets her imagination get the better of her. While it made for a harrowing day, my negativity bias at the beginning of the week did arouse a positive outcome. I've been trying to figure out what to write for this month's writing prompt, which was hysteria. While I try to avoid getting too linear in the adaptations of these prompts that they paralyse me, it happens. But, along my morning walk yesterday, the refrain for The Bee Gees' Tragedy played repeatedly in my head. And, as I tried to disengage from the wanderings of my mind that took me down dark paths, it wasn't until the bright lights of an oncoming car racing toward the early morning ferry blinded me that my focus was shifted, and it all came together. That was all it took, and as I continued walking Winter, with the refrain echoing in my mind, the scene unfolded, and my story was born. "Tragedy. When the feeling's gone, and you can't go on. It's tragedy..." Barry Gibb's falsetto kept me company throughout the day. Yet, the emotional breakdown of this after-break-up song had metamorphosed into the anthem of what the character in my story was about to unleash on an unsuspecting couple travelling the interstate. Yesterday morning, I sent it off to my marvellous first-rate editor. Thanks to their diligent and insightful suggestions, I have a few tweaks before I submit, so for today, I'm all smiles.
Happy Halloween!
