My continuing story currently "under construction" for Facebook; with apologies for the problems I am having formatting this for this blog: hence the weird spacing.
Alexander Chow-Stuart: Wednesday August 20 2008
Houses In Motion #3
Monroe often worked late at night while his wife and children were sleeping.
They followed a pattern:
The children went to bed around the time it got dark.
And Monroe and his wife, Salimah, went to bed, too.
They no longer watched TV, although sometimes they read.
Then Monroe would wake, usually around two am.
He would get up, make Moroccan tea with fresh mint and sugar, and start writing.
Mostly he worked on a novel about a journey through the southwestern United States.
But he also had a screenplay for a Japanese director that was due very soon.
It concerned children who could just disappear.
They vanished, and their families were left distraught.
But the children all found their way to an island of brightly colored trash inhabited by equally vivid small creatures that were at once very loving and very violent.
Houses In Motion #4
Monroe felt excited and awakened by his novel despite the fact that he doubted anyone read fiction anymore.
Certainly he and Salimah read mostly world news, political musings and personal email on the tiny screens of their cell phones in the evenings; never books.
The Japanese screenplay frightened him.
It seemed to write itself; he was simply a vessel.
But he needed the money it provided:
money that was frequent and fairly generous;
payments that seemed in direct proportion to the discomfort his writing provoked within him.
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