The thread of crafting, and not a lot else

One of the interesting perks of my new gig at Wal-Mart is that I get to hear random people talk about random things. Now, to you, and probably to most other people, this would undoubtedly not be a perk of any kind. But most other people aren't writers who love taking a simple premise and twisting it into a neat little story.

Any throwaway sentence can be turned into the crux of an epic adventure – if you know how to flesh out the ideas. On my walk out from the day's shift, I saw a man and two little boys, around 5-7 or so. As I walked and nearly passed them, I heard the man say, “now be good, or I won't let you shoot your brother.”

To any normal person, this is a pretty wut-class sentence, but to someone like me, this is a look into the lives and relationships of a man and his sons. Clearly the two brothers were often taken to shooting rubber bands at each other for fun, and their father learned a short while ago that he could use this to his advantage.

Essentially, he had learned to use violence to teach well-behavedness. Which is totally rad, but that's a straw-man of the situation. The violence in question was simply faux violence, a game the brothers loved. They were only allowed to play if they were good. It was referred to as 'shooting your brother,' because the boys are so young, that's just simply what they called it despite the man's attempts to rebrand it to something sounding a little less savage.

The apparent normalcy of the phrase 'shooting your brother,' also portrays the time lapse of which this little family unit has played this game. It's been a few months, more than likely, but only a few, else the name would have changed.

Of course, all of these details are true in the fictional world in my head, but possibly none of them are real in the, well, real world. I just inferred, imagined, and pretended what could be from a scenario I happened to witness. It's a particular writer's trick that I happen to love, and it's the trick that led to the creation of my current novel, a science fiction epic currently spanning 136 pages across no more than three days, but with a plot harkening back to as many as 6 years into the past. It's based on me and my ex, and some of my friends, and not a lot else.

But it's great, and I love it.

Now, yesterday I know I said that I'd continue on with the thread of the girl from the phone, but there's really nothing to say. Apart from a brief conversation with someone who also knows her, she's been vacant from my thoughts.

And that's a thing. A damn good thing. I think.

With that said, it's time to find some rad thing to do, such as aquisitionitize some foods for my stomach.

Hey, that's totally a word. You're just refudiating too much.