So random this writing

To say that the story was told was rather premature. It has only just begun. The words had gathered on the page but the Master hadn’t yet spread or laid them out in order of merit, intrigue or even sense. Words like – enormous, incredulous, mist, moist, table or ignored. Simple words ready for action and ready for publication. If only the Master knew how to lay them out, what order, what use or abuse. It was so random this writing.

Learning to write wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. The Master reads a lot, talks a lot and has some hardened opinions but that isn’t enough. A lot is a lot, or not ? Could he dribble on about something and watch it become clear as the words fell into place. Why not, he’d done that before, a-lot. So why not this time, what was it about these words that had tumbled from his snappy fingers.

Maybe it was that the words had no meaning. sure they meant something, but no meaning to him today. Tomorrow’s words might be better, but maybe not. Tomorrow meant putting off today. What is today’s topic then ? What brings the words into focus. Who cares ? That was a comment once, who cares ? Well the Master cared. He cared too much. Those words used that day meant something and it’s a shame that today seems like the words mean nothing.

“Bill sat watching the morning’s television offerings. His monster television sat on his enormous coffee table. It was obvious that the largely ignored protagonists in the drama that was being broadcast, endured the drivel and sat back in their chairs, bored out of their minds. They looked just like the numb and dumb waiter that lurked in this dank and empty restaurant. The incredulous bystander standing outside in the cool and overpowering mist, seemed to be looking in ( and fogging up ) the dirty windows.

This saturated stranger drooled while pretending to breathe in the moist lamb roasts that were cooling down on the kitchen counter. Sweaty lamb and gravy was just what Peter needed for lunch. The deep throated voice over shattered bill’s concentration”

So the master has mangled the words into something, something’s better than nothing, but is it enough ? Maybe not, but he’ll try again tomorrow.