Shouts From Down Under

Can you bend a blog into the shape of yesterday?

I hate missing a blog.

We catered for a wedding today, and this morning I tried, TRIED pushing along a bit more with NaNo but didn't get far with that.

Have you ever been struggling to get through some part of your story or novel and the whole thing stagnates because you just can't think of what comes next.

Then, suddenly you have this Eureka! moment when you are going about your daily stuff, not even thinking of writing, especially novel writing. There it is, that situation, that character scene, that dialogue, that setting, that relationship that was missing is right there in front of you. That quirky thing that happened, or some oddball joke someone said without thinking, not aimed at you at all, but there it is. The light globe glows above your head, and you have your baby. And you say, thank youp! , yes, you say youp.

Our brains mull things over sometimes I think, subconsciously and maybe we have a search function in our heads, a bit like a google search engine that ticks away until, I don't know, maybe the planets all line up, or it's that ridiculous conversation, that overheard speech and you have it in your hot little hands.

Part of a quote I saw the other day was,
The world is a canvas in the imagination of a child. Something like that anyway.

I was thinking today about science and the perhaps impossible dream of invisibility cloaks, cloaking technology, the bending of light around an object so you see what's behind the object and so it appears invisible.

Maybe we can preempt any invention like this, but not by bending light. Maybe, just maybe, we as writers can have a crack at bending words.
Can we write strongly enough to distort things convincingly, talk someone into beleiving something that doesn't exist? Can our words bend to pull readers into thinking one thing, when the opposite is true?
Politicians do this all the time. They bend the truth until we beleive lies. Voters beleive their lies the next election, even though they know the person was a douche last time.

Anyway, this blog is over. Just like that. Because I'm tired. Exhausted. Goodnight world.

Sparky