Comments on: A seed planted, deep in the woods

By: Mocha

Mocha — Tue, 02 Mar 2010 01:45:05 +0000

I think it is only geese that gaggle. In any case, I am putting on my snowshoes and heading into the woods.

By: Andrea Kuhlthau

Andrea Kuhlthau — Tue, 26 Jan 2010 00:31:06 +0000

How do you know it wasn’t a murder of crows?

By: admin

admin — Tue, 26 Jan 2010 00:11:03 +0000

I don’t think it was the weather. I think it just goes with the territory. Where some people see melancholy, crime writers see murder. The ravens—scavengers, feed on dead carcasses—were a perfect touch.

By: Andrea Kuhlthau

Andrea Kuhlthau — Mon, 25 Jan 2010 21:25:22 +0000

I would have thought of the sadness of the sight of a summer chair covered with snow…it’s melancholy, don’t you think? I don’t think my mind would have made the jump to sinister stalker guy. I wonder if you would have thought of that story had it been summer, with green leaves and less ominous birds than ravens fluttering about…maybe a goldfinch instead? Or were you affected by the mood of winter, with the bleak trees and the dark sky?

Thank you for sharing that process!

By: admin

admin — Mon, 25 Jan 2010 15:59:03 +0000

But I can’t take photos. Writers, I think, just have overactive imaginations. I’ll ponder what happens next.

By: Heather

Heather — Sun, 24 Jan 2010 23:44:38 +0000

And so, there it is. The difference between me, who occasionally day-dreams about being a writer, and you, and actual WRITER. I would have seen the chair. I would have looked at the view. I would have wondered about it. I might have photographed it 4 different ways had I my camera. But then i would have walked away. But you instantly weave this tail of wondering and possibility. And as a reader, I’m instantly hooked. When can we expect the rest of the story? With admiration, I’ll be looking forward to it.