Write a post entirely in the present tensense.

When a man sits with a pretty girl for an hour, it seems like a minute. But let him sit on a hot stove for a minute and it’s longer than any hour. That’s relativity.

We don’t have any choice but to write in the present ( tense ). We can write about the past and the future and we can even mix them up.

But here we are write here in the now.

I really hate rules and boundaries that time puts on us.

What I like about writing is the sense that all of those lines and rules of time and space just drop away and I can go where and WHEN I choose, or where my story or post takes me at that point in time:

I could write about a Werewolf opening it’s Wolfish eyes for the first time as it happens, I could show you it looking up into the cold dark starless night.

Would you like to hear about the Grave Diggers?

They are a new team and as they plunge their shovels into the Earth to create their first grave together the smell of freshly turned earth is overpowering and they feel someone is watching them and they think they can see someone watching them from the corners of their eyes.

Far below my house is a dried up river bed, buried in it something moves, lifts it’s head up through millions of years of dirt and opens it’s mouth and takes a long rough breath.

 But write about these things in the here and now?

What about the here and now when the story takes place?

I’m not going to force my story into a place where it doesn’t belong.

Besides.

The human mind is a jumble and so is time- its like Doctor Who explains it :

When my paternal Grandmother began to suffer from dementia, when my childhood friend became schizophrenic and lost touch with reality all together, when another friend suffered a traumatic brain injury and lost his ability to access short term memory I learned that in order to connect with them, I had to go where they were now.

Not my NOW, not MY reality but their reality and that was an entirely different Universe altogether.

It was like walking down a set of stairs and not knowing where they were going to lead or WHEN.

That’s the way I write, if I felt a piece coming on about something happening right at this moment, I’d write it.

But at this point in time I didn’t, so you got this instead.

I hope you liked the pictures at least.

amm